Frost at Five…

As soon as my feet hit the street, then my commitment to Maggie that we do this walk was underway, sealed, and delivered.  It was downright cold as well. Well, cold is a relative term, but it sure felt icy to me and I kept myself warm in a soft fleece Jacket. The stars were spectacular this cold morning, though.  I thought of that Hubble deep space image I saw yesterday showing a billion stars in just one frame. The universe truly is infinite.  We can’t be the only life out of a billion stars.

Did you know they found a close cousin to Tyrannosaurus Rex and it was sheathed in feathers? I saw it on National Geographic last night. I always wanted to be an archeologist some day. This kind of stuff fascinates me and I quickly called my father to further spread the news. Remember, that cute little robin in your yard used to hunt or scavenge for prey a few million years ago.

We made our way over by the now derelict and crumbling Looser’s grocery store sticking to the side streets.  Mom used to love their butcher and I can’t remember his name now seeing that was 20 to 25 years ago now. I don’t think we will ever see anymore family owned grocery stores other than Givorn’s.  Everybody just wants to save a dollar or two instead of building for our children’s and our town’s future while pumping money into family owned businesses in town. I’m guilty of it as well and my father is one of those small business owners.  

I just drove over to get my six sodas and mom was in the kitchen with the kitchen lights on. I chuckled as my father always says my mother is nocturnal.  “It looks like mice have left a trail leading out of the kitchen,” he would say with the crumbs and whatnot. Dad’s about deaf as I’ve said before and doesn’t hear the “mice” in the kitchen.  Crumbs and a quickly dwindling box of Cheezits are the only evidence. “Man, Cheezits rock.” are my parting words.