That's About the Size, Where You Put Your Eyes, That's About the Size of It

Can anyone other than my brother and husband name the song that's from? 100 nothing points to the first person who can. No fair googling.

Googling. Think it'll be in the next Websters?

Google (v) goo-gul to make use of the search engine Google to locate information online. Did you google the doctor's name to see if there were any complaints against him?

Anyway. The song above is about perspective. It goes on to say something along the lines of "Well the big becomes the little and the little becomes the big, something something something . . . That's about the size, where you put your eyes, that's about the size of it."

I was starting to feel a wee bit "old" this week as I start closing in on 37. So the good Lord used up all my milk. And butter. And cream. And half n half. I was nearly dairy-less and we're not a dairy-free household. (I do have some fat free shredded cheddar, but this goes poorly on cereal.) This caused me to need to run to Meyer's Dairy for more of the above.

Now, Meyer's sells fresh milk. It's pasturized, but they don't use hormones in the cows. I don't know what they DO use in the cows, but if you've never had fresh-from-the-cow milk, you don't know what you're missing. It's just . . . delicious. It lacks that flat, cardboardy taste. Maybe that's just the lack of plastic packaging. I don't know. But the milk at Meyer's is packed in glass 2-quart bottles. It's thick glass and it's heavy without any milk in it. If you're trying to buy four bottles, it gets awkward. So you give the dairy a $5 deposit and they give you a metal widget that holds all four glass bottles.

Even with the widget, if you also have a box of butter, two 1-quart boxes of buttermilk, and a 1-qt container of heavy cream (the likes of which you've never tasted), it's a lot to carry. Especially if you notice that in the corner they've stacked some plastic food-grade buckets that they're selling for $1.25 each. Then you need to buy two of those for food storage.

Enter Mr. Sir. Mr. Sir came in as I was first taking everything to the counter. I left the 4-bottle carrier on the floor next to the fridge case and he scooped it up and carried it to the counter for me. I thanked him heartily. Noone does that anymore. He smiled. Five minutes later he was back just as I was putting everything but the bottles in the buckets and telling the girl not to mind, but I'd make two trips (I was putting the bottles off to the side). He couldn't have been a day under 72, but he was tall and thin and insistent. He'd carry the bottles. Well . . . (I scan brain for reason this is a bad idea. Come up empty.) okay! So we go out to my car, he places the bottles on the floor, I thank him effusively again. He says, "No problem! I've made it a policy my whole life to help out the young ladies when ever possible." And it was just the tone of voice, the barely perceptible swagger, that little bit of *something* that made me smile and think to myself, "NANDO! It's you!" Indeed I went on to wonder if maybe he WAS my husband, come back in time to entertain himself bringing my milk to my car.

And suddenly I wasn't so old. I was just another young lady and he was another handsome swashbuckling Nando and my day, at the wee hour of 9:15 am, was made.

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I'm tired. I'm tired because as time has gone on in this house, I have pushed back my bedtime ever further. For the past ten days, I didn't go to bed one minutes earlier than 1:30. I hit 3:30 a.m. twice. The latest I slept in was 9:00 am, but more typically I was up at 8:30. Except yesterday for church. That was 6:45. So last night when Chris and I sat down to hammer out a final schedule I said, "ENOUGH!" and I put down my bedtime as 10.p.m.and my wake time as 5:30. This is much more like the schedule my body would normally take if left to its own devices (in actual fact, my body wants to go to bed at 8:30 and get up at 4:00, but that won't happen till all the kids are flown and my husband hits the age where he stars falling asleep in the lazy boy at night). This schedule will only take us through the next two weeks because school then starts again – but it's a starting point. We'll know a little more when we go to create that schedule.

So today I am just TOAST because I did work till 3:30 am last "night" and I got up at 6:45 (because I'm not a complete masochist) and since then I've made every effort to stick to the schedule. It's part of the reason I was at the dairy so early. I'm scheduled for swim team 9:00 to 10:00 and if I go to the dairy AFTER practice then I cut into work time. So I went while Max swam. Ah -- swimming is over. Time to de-blog and head home to work.