Even though my daughter lives and works nearby, we don't get to see her very often because she's so busy with her job. I wanted to spend some time with her, so last weekend we had planned to go out to lunch at a recommended restaurant in the city and clothes shopping. However, we had to cancel because of the heavy rain. We tried again this weekend.
The food was delicious, and she took me to a Dillard's Outlet. Normally, I can't afford to shop at the higher end department stores, but this was an outlet where they stock the leftovers at discount prices. Most everything was marked down to either 1/2 or 1/3 of its original price.
I've been in need of some fancy clothes, because the majority of my wardrobe is made up of jeans and yoga pants. I do have some dresses and slacks left over from my thinner days when I had jobs, but I'd have to lose 30 pounds to be able to fit into any of them. So, I wanted to look for a fancy dress for special occasions and some nice slacks and a blouse that would fit me now. I found all three, plus five pair of jeans and a top that were too good to pass up. Then when I got to the register, they took another 50% off each item that was already knocked down to half or a third of its original price.
The retail price of the fancy dress was $150, and I walked out of there with the dress, slacks, blouse, top, and five pair of jeans all in a huge bag that weighed about 40 pounds for about $150! All those clothes together cost the original price of the one dress. I was doing my happy dance. Now I finally have some quality clothes in my closet.
I love the jeans because retail on the NYDJs is usually between $110 and $150, and I got two pair for about $20 each. The other three pair of jeans are Reba's. I've never tried her brand before, but I loved all the bling and fancy designs on the pockets and waist.
By the second hour of our five hour shopping spree, my leg had given out on me, so I was alternating between limping and dragging the leg behind me. At times I couldn't get into the car without using both hands to pull my leg up and in. I wish I know what was going on with that leg. I've had a lot of theories, but none of them quite ring true after I really start paying attention the behavior of that leg. I could see my general practitioner, but he'd probably just get imaging and refer me to some specialist. That's three appointments that would cut into my horse time. I'm wondering if I should just go straight to a chiropractor. It's a combination of my hip and knee bones being loose and muscle pain shooting down the outside of the thigh. I'm not sure if it's just the pain or an actual loss of muscle control that makes the leg stop working.
The other weird thing that's been going on with my body is that I keep tasting salt in my mouth. It started when I would kiss Stewie. I'd come away from the kiss feeling like someone poured warm salt water in my mouth, so I started calling Stewie "salty dog". But then one day I kissed Rock and came away with that same sensation. I said, "Rock, you should get together with Stewie because you both have outrageously salty skin." Now I have that warm salt water taste in my mouth almost all the time. I looked it up online, and it's one of those things where nobody really knows what causes it, but it has never killed anyone, so nobody in the medical field really cares enough to research it.
The weather and temperatures were awesome this past weekend. It is so nice when it's warm outside coupled with a cool breeze. I spent a lot of time sitting on the patio with the dogs, and doing more barn chores than usual just so that I could be outside. The ravens managed to drop dead meat into all but one water trough, and the horses let me know that they were upset about it, so I spent a lot of time bailing out water, cleaning and re-filling water troughs. I wish the weather could stay this way forever, but we are going to pop up into the 90s this week.