Day One Hundred Eighty Seven 2013

At Wal-Mart today, grandson Knox cried big tears when we had to take his Elmo bibs, Elmo plate, and Elmo fork and spoon away from him long enough to run them through the check out scanner. You would have thought we were chopping off his arms and legs. No bagging these items. He got them back and carried them to the car and held them all the way home. Some things are sacred. You just don’t take away a man’s Elmo stuff.

Day Sixteen 2013

Wednesdays are like Mondays in the middle of the week. ~Lee Fox Williams

Another soggy day. Snow in the forecast for Thursday—1 to 4 inches.

Neighbor kitty Lily wants inside our house but settles for the cushion on the wicker rocker by the front door.

Sky, road, truck. Can you say gray?

Dropping off and picking up hubby today. Our (old) car is in the shop again, needing a new (expensive) compressor. I told Neil by the time we have all the parts replaced, we’ll have a new car.

Wednesday is ‘senior’ day at Fazoli’s, and we are happy to qualify (55+) so we can get this yummy meal (drink included) for $2.99. You can also choose pasta Alfredo (heart attack on a plate). Fazoli’s is the only spaghetti sauce I like besides my dad’s recipe. We ended up eating supper right after Neil got off work at 4:30. I think this completes our geezer-hood.

No such thing, ever, as a ‘speedy checkout’ at Wal-Mart, especially when everybody is there buying milk and bread for the impending blizzard. We wouldn’t have been in here at all if I hadn’t been out of my allergy med, and Neil figured he’d buy some ammo for his dad’s old rifle or shotgun, I forget which. (He says the bullets are called ‘shorts’ and did manage to get a couple boxes.) Why am I telling you this? I have no idea. Happy hump day!

Day Twelve 2012

See that one box of GE soft white 100 watt light bulbs in my Wal-Mart shopping cart, nestled among the eggs and cheese slices and other boxes of light bulbs? That's it. That's all she wrote. The last box of 100 watt incandescent light bulbs at the Wal-Mart in my town is mine, all mine. All you fluorescent curly bulb lovers can shake your energy saving heads all you like, but at least I won't get headaches and go blind while I'm reading. And I read a lot. Shall I begin hoarding the 75 watt incandescents now? They are in the cross hairs of extinction, as will be the 60 watt bulbs. Sad day in America, IMHO. Okay. I'll get off my soapbox now.

And this is one of the reasons I was shopping at Wal-Mart this morning. As I said, the kids and teachers were praying for snow and this is the result of faith in the power of prayer. The snow started falling at the end of the school day this afternoon. It's okay. Because I already have my gallon of milk and loaf of bread. And my 100 watt light bulbs. Life is good.

Day Three Hundred Fifty Seven 2011

"Christmas is a time of little time.
How we get there is a mystery.
Racing madly mall-to-mall, we climb
Into fields of sunlit harmony.
Shopping, cooking, clearing walks and yards,
Trimming house and tree while working, too;
Making phone calls, wrapping, writing cards,
As all worn out we do what we must do
So that this day of joy might joy renew."
- Nicholas Gordon
(Hubby Neil and I braved Wal-Mart today for some last-minute shopping, as did the rest of the free world--and this picture is the view from our parking space, seemingly in a galaxy far far away from the store. I think we finally got it together. My feet hurt.)

Day Two Hundred Twenty Seven 2011

Who says a trip to Wal-Mart can't be a beautiful experience? This cell phone camera picture just does not do this cool weather sunset justice. This is a preview of Autumn. Looking forward to it!

Day Ninety Eight

Monday and Tuesday it snowed. Today was gorgeous! Blue sky, cool breeze. I took this on my way home from aerobics class this afternoon. Couldn't have asked for a nicer day.

Had to make a candy run to Wal-Mart today. I started freaking out because we hadn't bought anything yet to fill up the plastic eggs we hide for the backyard hunt on Sunday. From the looks of this pic, you'd think I bought everything they had left.