You Don't Win Friends With Salad

I would totally win friends with this salad, minus the turnips.
Salad containers.

The highlight of my past few days, my highest personal achievement, was emailing the staff at my favorite grocery store about their salad containers.

The problem, I explained, was that their containers are both too small and too crappy for my preference. You can't fit a whole ton of salad in the containers and the lid often pops off because you can't really crimp the metal sides of the container appropriately. Your salad containers suck, Hannaford.

Aside from that, I don't have much to say for right now. "Right now" is becoming a shorter and shorter period of time as the weeks count down to TW's graduation date (May 20!). Change is coming. I'm not going into details other than to say it's quite possible we will be moving again and I could have to change the title of this blog.

I have a funny way of counting down to important moments in life. Before I got married, the countdown was by shaves. I shave once every four days, so if we were 40 days from the wedding I would count 10 shaves to go.

I've moved onto garbage days. Today is garbage day. That's No. 9 'til graduation. Only eight more to go. That seems so much more manageable than two months.

Lots of things could happen in that time. The clouds could part and I could get a job. If you feel the Earth trembling under your feet at any time in the next few weeks, you'll know I just got a call from HR.

My running times will drop. I'm trying to get under eight minute miles so I can begin training for a half marathon at 9-minute pace. I'd like to break 2 hours once before the decline begins.

The dog will get hiked and ears cleaned. I'll cook some new dishes. Life will go on for the next eight garbage days. I'll shave 16 times.

TW and I have hopeful discussions at night. We get excited about possibilities. Things are happening. The days are not so optimistic.

But things are happening. I'm going about the day-to-day routines with aplomb. And there's excitement on the horizon: Hannaford is supposed to email me back any day now about those salad containers. They should know by now that you don't win friends with salad.

Comments

  1. CatherineMarch 21, 2012 at 1:49 PM

    I don't see any turnips. You mean radishes? Sigh.

    Whatever happened to that Jeter guy, anyway?

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  2. JPMarch 21, 2012 at 2:49 PM

    It all falls under the umbrella of stuff I wouldn't eat with blue cheese dressing and bacon: turnips, beets, Jeter.

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