Rambles . . .

The morning began  with a trip to the doctor's offices for a blood draw.  Time for the annual physical.  I was sittin in the waiting room when one of those dreaded, little blue-haired ladies came in and sat near me.  I have no idea how they knew I was gonna be there.  I didn't tell anyone about my appointment.  She started talkin to me.  That was the ok part.  She would begin with almost normal volume then fade to nothing . . . just moving lips.  So I did what I do in these situations.  Just sort of look interested and nod in agreement.  Fortunately I got away with it . . .

Next stops were a couple of the local thrift shops.  I found a piece buried on the shelves at the first store.  The clerk said she wished she had seen it.  I offered to sell it to her, but she declined.  All the clerks at that store know that I re-sell on eBay.  

Next stop was the local Goodwill.  Traffic has slowed down since they reopened last month. I haven't seen the guy who talks to himself as he shops for a couple weeks.   Everyone in the store still rushes to clog the aisle that I check out . . . mostly dreaded, little blue-haired women.  They must have some sort of  'silent' alarm for when I come into the store.  I found a pyrex glass lid.  Found one there a couple weeks ago.  Lids have been very scarce all winter.  From there I went to the local grocery to find boxes.  I found a couple that I can use without incident.


When I got myself home, I woke up Simon, my big, long, orange, 13 lb. tabby cat from a morning nap.  He likes to nap under a blanket.  I swear he makes himself more to home than I do . . . and I've lived here a lot longer than he has.  

Saw an advertisement about 100% tree-free paper towels recently.  They are made from sugar cane husk and quick growing bamboo.  They are available at the Walgreens online store.  I'll bet they aren't cheap.  I'm still in the 20th century . . . I use cloth towels . . .

Still thinkin about, but not doin anything about, a trip to the 'Hardcore Pawn' show pawn shop in Detroit to see if they really argue as much as they do on the show, but it is Detroit, if you know what I mean . . .  I'm also thinkin about a trip to Holmes County when things green up a bit.  But after watchin 'Amish Mafia' on tv all winter, I don't know about that one either.  Really don't want to run into Wayne and tick him off . . .  I have almost always made it to the Shipshewana flea market each year since living here . . . without incident.  LaGrange County has amish mafia too.  Don't know what I would do if I ran into Merlin at the flea market.


A big 'dig' was begun yesterday on the town square.  A sewer pipe broke.  The city brought in a local contractor to fix it. They were working on a new sewer line in the industrial park before moving their stuff downtown.  They are back to the industrial park project as I type.