I just drove down to my father’ s pharmacy a moment ago. They were getting ready to open for the day and everybody was busy doing their opening tasks. The pharmacy is only open for three hours on Saturday much to everybody’s relief. Angie looked at me standing outside and thought something very bad had happened as I never go to my father’s pharmacy without him being there. I don’t want to impose on my father’s employees in his absence. Angie came up front and unlocked the door to let me in. Sandra, dad’s cashier, is going to put more of my lawn care business cards in each bag of prescriptions. I had to drop off more business cards. I am going to give it a good concerted effort to reboot my lawn care business. It would be nice to have that extra or any income coming in this summer. I don’t want to see my hard earned savings depleted. That’s my “play” money.
I asked Angie, my father’s long time chief co-pharmacist, if she is going to buy the drug store from dad when he retired. She has worked for dad for over 20 years and is the logical choice.
“Oh no!” Angie said with a apprehensive took on her face and a nervous chuckle. “This place will run you ragged. I don’t want all that responsibility.”
Macaroni and Meatloaf…
Helen asked me yesterday as she sat in my den about my favorite things she cooks. It was hands down her meatloaf and creamy macaroni and cheese. Her fried chicken was a close third.
“Oh!” Helen said with a sigh. “I hate my meatloaf and can't understand why your father and you like is so much.”
I thought it was interesting to hear Helen say that about her own cooking. Don’t believe her as her meatloaf is divine.
“Now, my mother makes the best meatloaf I have ever tasted,” Helen fold me.
I was just shocked that Helen’s mother was still alive and still cooking. I’ve never heard Helen speak of her until yesterday.
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Good cooks are often critical of their own work. Now I want meat loaf and mac and cheese for dinner.
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