I had three different things I was going to mention early this morning as I was getting ready for bed. Of course I didn't write them down then, and now I have forgotten them.
Following one theme, and dangling a modifier for a bit, my lovely purple stylus is damaged. Its color matches the color of the case on my kindle. A lovely line. The color of the case on my kindle matches the color of the stylus I've broken. I lead a rich and colorful life among the many details of those things I use and have around me. For example, when I walk into my bathroom now with its three shades of turquoise--hand towels (2), bath towel set (3), and rugs (2), I feel as though I am lifted up and walking on clouds on a bright sunny day. My new shower curtain is a gentle cream color hanging in front of a transparent liner and it obviously adds to the airy sensation of sky and sea beneath me.
The wallpaper (now that's a metaphor for the times) on my iPad is the photo of Simon peering through the gate, outside looking in, I think. The photo puts me nose to nose with the little guy, so to speak.
As I was walking through the house to my airy bathroom in the back, I passed Schuster on top of the love seat. Of course I stopped to bend down slightly and give his furry head a little kiss. I immediately saw the similarity between Schuster and myself with the photo of Simon: being up there, right next to the main thoroughfare through the house puts him nose to nose with the rest of us.
On my way back to The Table, I stopped in the kitchen and warmed up a piece of Schwan's very tasty pepperoni pizza that I had fixed for supper two nights ag. I do not like leftovers, but I needed to eat something; thus I fired up the microwave. It is difficult to get it heated just right, not too hot, not too cold. I failed on the second try and made it too hot. I love pepperoni pizza.
I poured a mug of Ocean Spray Cran-Grape to go with the slice of pizza. I drink a lot of OSCG. In fact, the last I was at Meijers, several days ago, I bought 10 3 liter bottles to replenish my hoard. I like to keep 24 bottles on hand at all times, so I won't run out if I should get terribly thirsty. Anyway, Ocean Spray has a winner with its cran grape, yet they are trying to switch to something called 100% Juice. I bought one once just to see if the quality was there; it wasn't, so I of course called OS immediately and was told, assured, that there was no switcheroo going on. OS sent me coupons for two free 3 liter bottles, primarily, I suspect, because I had so delighted the young lady on the phone by telling her, truthfully, that I had just purchased 14 3 liter bottles in case they were closing it out. She said she had never heard of anyone buying that much juice before and we both had a good laugh about it.
Okay Ocean Spray, another point. The cran-grape label reads, "grape cranberry juice drink blended with another juice from concentrate (mezclado con otro jugo de concentrado; I like to work in my Spanish whenever I can!). What on earth is that third juice that they keep so well hidden and that they may have omitted altogether from their new wretched 100% Juice because we probably would not drink the stuff if we knew. Carrot juice! It is carrot juice! "Carrot Juice from Concentrate"! (¡Jugo de Zanahoria de Concentrado!). Mind you, as long as it tastes exactly as it tastes now, I would continue to drink it if the label said the third juice was Buffalo Urine! (¡Jugo de orina de búfalo!). It's that good!