First Time
Today was the first time I went with Dennis to his Korean Veterans meeting and luncheon. There was only one fellow who was younger than 83-year-old Dennis and he has suffered a stroke making his mobility less than he would like. It was a good experience and the letter of the law, or I should say Robert’s Rules of Order was followed to the “T.” I do give this group of men and women credit for continuing the comradery. The gals who are there were nurses in the Korean Police Action. Yes, it grips them all that it couldn’t be called the Korean War. Politics had its hand in things then as well as it is now.
Our neighbor is going to feed the deer. Jan puts out a coffee can of corn each night thus far. Dennis decided that today we would go to Mills Fleet Farm. Dennis bought alfalfa pellets. He doesn’t plan on overfeeding this early in the season. The real deal is that I bought a container of the Old Fashioned Quaker Oats. Dennis is not in like with it for his morning meal. That container of oatmeal is out in a pan. When the deer have eaten that he will pony up the rest of the story. There is a lot of winter yet to be. We did also pick up a bag of cracked corn. With no ice anywhere, this is when we feel we should stock up and not take a gainer when the footing is not secure. Staying upright is the goal here on Stauffer Avenue.
After picking up a few groceries we treated ourselves to a piece of pie and a cup of coffee in Baker’s Square. It felt good to sit down and enjoy the treat.
We are now safe at home and the groceries are put where they belong. It is a personal irk of mine when the groceries have been purchased and the contents still cannot be gotten out of the packaging. Ya, I have irks, I just don’t dwell on them.