A Frosty January Morn…

Everything was covered in thick layers of frost this morning. It looked like a winter wonderland.  I cranked my frost covered car and walked back inside to let it warm up. Not a morning I would elect to be pushing in shopping carts.    George seems to be taking it all in stride, though.  He hasn’t complained about the cold for several days now.  George told me yesterday that Mrs. Florene went and bought him some thermal underwear and that it made all the difference in the world. 

Jimmy’s Car Stereo…

“Let me go with you!” George said pleadingly as I was heading to my now warm car after work this morning. “We can eat at Jim Bob’s chicken fingers.”

“You sure?” I asked. “It might take two or three hours to install my stereo.”

“We can walk down to the mall and hangout all afternoon,” George told me.

George and I both need to get out of the house more often was what I thought at George’s enthusiasm of getting to go out of town for something as pedestrian as getting a car stereo installed. 

I’ve been meaning to get a new car stereo installed in my CR-V since it is my daily driver.  One front speaker intermittently goes out and the CD player tends to skip often.  It also doesn’t help my wallet that I have been obsessed and smitten with music lately.  If I was going to buy a stereo then I needed to get it done before my disability runs out. 

A New Do…

“Let me see your hair again,” dad said enthusiastically last night after he dropped by after work. 

I took off my Boston terrier baseball cap and showed dad my hair.

“Wonderful,” dad said excitedly. “You look like a new man!”

I kind of shyly smiled at all the attention. 

Charlie soon stopped by as well seeing dad’s car parked outside.

“We are sensitive tonight,” Charlie told my father and I of Horsefly. “Don’t mention the names of retail establishments or we will have to go.  And certainly don’t mention the bowling alley.”

Dad had also brought me some biscuits he finds at a store in LaGrange. 

“They taste as close as you can get to homemade biscuits.”

Oh, don’t mind me.  I just got out of the bed to buy this chicken…

I was standing in a register line in the Piggly Wiggly last night buying some milk and cereal.  I looked down at the lady’s feet standing in front of me.  She had her fuzzy bedroom slippers on.  I had to choke back a laugh.  It wasn’t the first time I have seen this happen, or I would shocked.  It must not be a cultural or social faux pas as in it is for certain groups of people. 

A Working Man’s Day is Finally Done…

I’ve  been trying to make it a point to not browse the Internet at work during idle times.  I was trying to be more ethical. Last night I succumbed to the power of the mighty Internet once again.  Those quiet early morning moments at work can be terribly slow and the Internet passes the time. Last night, I downloaded Paula Cole’s latest Album Ithaca and was once again enthralled by one of my favorite artists besides Joni Mitchell.  I must have listened to  certain songs dozens of times.