A woman kept going in and out of a local Kroger’s store for several hours today. Finally, someone called the police, who found that she had a loaded pistol on her and was trying to work up nerve to shoot any workers she saw wearing their new green aprons saying “a taste of Mexico” on them. I don’t condone her insane plans, but I understand her aggravation. With all the Americans currently out of work, why should we do ANYTHING to build a foreign economy? Tonight, on our 11 o’clock news, not a word was said about it. Our local station hasn’t been worth a tinker’s dam since it was turned into a training site for a local college journalism program.
Due to my schedule, my clingy wife and a run of bad weather, the lawn has only been mowed once this year. It’s beginning to look really tacky again. That’s what made it amusing, when we went outside this evening, to discover a card from a lawn service company stuck in our door. We had to wonder if it was from the company, or one of our neighbors. Oh well, it’s nice to know that somebody cares!
We had a couple real gully-washers yesterday evening before dark. Our road now has some ditches full of gravel, while other places, there are ditches where there aren’t supposed to be. Only a few miles away, they had 1-3/4 inches of rain in 45 minutes. The Mighty Dachshund wss pretty-well buffaloed by the thunder and lightning. Anytime there would be a strike nearby, she’d bark and growl at the back door like Thor himself was going to burst through at any moment. Apparently fearing that her food would be endangered if he did, she decided to gobble down her diced cheeseburger before he could steal it. Good plan if you’re a dog, I guess.
Today, my wife and I stopped at the Fallen Arches Restaurant for what is erroneously called an “ice cream” cone. While there, a cop turned his lights on and followed a woman onto the lot and then blocked her car when she parked. Like all good little coppers, he blocked the traffic in the lot as best he could, but failed to completely stop folks from coming for fast food. After watching him for several minutes, it appeared that he was writing her a ticket for something. Since he hadn’t yet shown any tendency towards violence, we decided to leave after our cones were gone. There was a time that I would never have thought that we should stay as witnesses, in case the cop turned psycho. Those days are forever gone. A block down the road, another cop pulled a car over which appeared to be doing nothing wrong, but maybe they were on the phone or something. Big brother must be behind on his monthly ticket sales.
The first two days of each work week (Sun.-Thur.), I work 12 to 9. That really doesn’t give me either a morning or evening to do anything. Considering that I work all evenings the rest of each week, I guess it’s a good thing that I’m not currently going to church, even though I had been hoping to after I got a few checks and purchased some better clothes. This, too, shall pass (I hope). © 2014