My day so far (U.S. Central Time)…
Wake up, I’m late, it’s Sunday but I work 7days/week, go to first job: community pool manager. Find this:
A spring peeper (frog) in one of the skimmer baskets. Clean pool, check chemistry, walk frog to creek.
Skip breakfast because I need to take my elderly mom to grocery store ASAP, including picking up all her prescriptions. Oh hey it’s samples galore at the HEB. Maybe I can get some “breakfast”?
Well maybe not.
Oh hey! Vegetables are healthy food right? But in Texas, be sure the fry the life outta those! Okra, deep-fried, as a “snack food” in the “healthy section” of the store:
Taste ok. Not bad. I eat one. I take two more. Yum. Salty. No way this is health food. Ok ok. Find something real to eat.
Turnaround, see this:
These employees are trying to get this cardboard cutout to stand up straight but there’s a crease in the middle where Mr. Cardboard’s hands are. Floppy! What to do? Find a stick, tape it to Mr. Cardboard’s spine! More tape? They look like priests ministrating to some idol, their heads bowed in thought. Funny!
I ended up buying some maki to go (they make in the store, it’s fresh) because by the time mom was done it was past lunchtime and I didn’t want to pass out while driving her (and me) back home.
My husband comes to help unload the car. He takes the entire bag of ice out of our cooler, where it was keeping the perishables from perishing on our drive back (we live far from the grocery).
Why? He is doing beekeeping today and it’s hot! It’s 32.7778C or for us goofy Ammrrrkns it’s:
He’s going to “wear” the bag of ice in a backpack so he doesn’t pass out in the heat (beekeeping is hot when you are using a smoker and most of ours are Africanized and need to be smoke-pacified to even do a tiny bit of work with them). Our bees are very feisty. I don’t want to help him at all, because this round of hives are kinda mean. In the heat they are super super feisty. Perhaps I am a wimp. I feel bad but not bad enough to help my better half. This is what it means to be married 20 years sometimes. In my case.
Time to make some real dinner before the fam comes after me with forks and anger. Thanks for coming with me today on my tour.
