One of These Days . . .

One of these days, I'm gonna be driven by this barn and it will be on the ground.  There is/was a barn east of town that was in similar shape.  Last time I was by there, it was on the ground and being cleaned up.  Couldn't tell if mother nature took it down or it had help from the bulldozer parked beside it. 

It took a lot of manpower to build those old barns . . . probably without power tools of any kind.  My grandfather did a lot of carpenter work and we have a pic or two of him workin on an old post & beam barn.  I wonder if it is still standing.  I ought to search it out sometime.

The garage door is fixed.  Took about a half hour to replace the springs.  If you have the know-how and tools, stuff like that don't usually take long. Interesting how ya think ya just gotta go somewhere when you can't and when you can ya have no desire to go anywhere . . .

Heard about this on the radio today . . . somewhere some guy had his mom's obituary published in the local news paper.  It seems that she is very much alive and kickin . . . His explanation -- he wanted a couple of paid days off . . . His employer offers paid bereavement days . . . Soooooo . . . I'm wonderin if his mom took him out of her will???

A couple days ago I was in the local grocery store.  Some of those dreaded, little blue-haired ladies triple teamed me . . . The THREE of them and their full sized grocery carts were casually strolling down one of the wide aisle side by side, yakkin away.  Traffic was backed up 20 feet or so. 

On another recent day, I stopped at a TSC store.  They sell big bags of cat litter cheap.   I tossed a 40 lb. bag on my shoulder and headed for the check out counter.  The clerk and, yeah you guessed it, one of those dreaded blue haired ladies were discussing some kind of dessert recipe.  After the recipe controversy was settled, the cashier started in on why her friend didn't have her tax exempt number on file.  So when my turn finally came, I plopped the cat litter on the counter with the scan code down.  I let the clerk search for it.  I loved it when she had to flip the bag over to find it.  She probably didn't think anything of it, but in my mind, I got even!!!