Flatulent Friday

Friday was a little bit warmer, but now with a drizzle of rain. It was supposed to be only a 30% chance of rain, but the whole 30% must have sat over top of Livonia and Redford all day! After catching up at work in the morning from my whirlwind Thursday, the rest of the day went rather slowly.

Getting home, I first concentrated on making up my weekend To Do list. Then I went through my pantry and took out all duplicated can goods to go into the Boy Scout Can Do bag. The Scouts pass out plastic bags on Friday and you're supposed to put your donation on your porch by Saturday morning before 8:00 AM. They do this every year, but most years I put out my bag of cans and nobody ever picks them up. I figure they must come too early, so this time I put it on the porch railing, in plain sight, tonight.

You remember my longing for liver and onions? Well, I have had the same sort of jones for a good bowl of chili. In fact I had a bowl today, but it was an upscale restaurant and served "white beans and chicken" chili. Good, but not what I was dreaming about.

So I made a fatal mistake (well, not fatal or I wouldn't be typing this, right?) and for dinner I had a burger and warmed up a large can of Hormel chili with beans (not what I was dreaming of either, but a lot closer).

I watched TV until my daughter Melissa called and conferenced me into a conversation she was having with her aunt Carol. I haven't seen Carol in some 35 years, but we were good friends back in the day when I was married to her older sister, Fran. We talked for a long time until Carol had to go, then Melissa and I talked a while more.

I read until bed time, them went to sleep around 11:30 PM. Then my mistake for dinner came back to haunt me. I woke up after 1:00 AM with terrible heartburn, gas and an acid taste in my mouth. Not usually having these symptoms I was at a loss for a cure until I remembered an old-time remedy and added a teaspoon of baking soda to a half a glass of water. I drank it down and after a bit, was able to go to sleep again. Note to self: No chili after, say, 3:00 PM from now on!