Waiting, to no Avail
I was going to wait until it was warmer out, but to no avail. Errands needed to get run as the four-day outlook doesn’t really give much hope. Our Fleet and Farm store was a busy place. They do carry a multitude of items for the home and farm. There was enough corn through Saturday in the garage, but as long as I was out and about, why put it off. There were no more 50 lb. bags of shell corn. The huge fellow gladly put two 50 lb. bags of cracked corn in the back seat of the Lincoln. No way would I get them out of the deep trunk. There are three of us neighbors who are helping out the deer. They most likely feel like they are privy to a progressive buffet.
No way can small town grocery shoppers visit the store, pick up what you need and be back home quickly. More than likely the cold snowy month had many of us cruising the isles to fill the empty refrigerator shelves. What I had forgotten was that Wednesdays are senior citizens day. An hour and a half later, I was back in my car with a sales receipt that showed I saved $2.68 on my discount and had visited with more town folk than I can count. Good fellowship over the meat counter.
I have found a very good mystery author. A stop at the library for me to return two books of hers and had them seek and search several more. If a book is not within our library, they swap books in and out with other locations and will send an email when they come in. Very good service. Aunt Janet in Brownton is also an avid reader and we share authors when we find a good one. Reading has been very beneficial in giving my stiff shoulders and neck a break. I have an old book stand that gets moved from point to point when I want to read. With wrists that have seen a whole lot of activity that has made them contrary, holding a large book is not something that I can manage. Maybe tomorrow I will flick the switches on in the sewing studio.
On a light note: when Dennis is in the patio porch in the mornings, he usually has a pre-packaged breakfast bar of some time type to have with his coffee. When the wrapper is being opened and barely opened, Snuggles shows up and usually gets in on the fare. When I got home today, I took one of the bags of corn out of the car and set it next to the workbench. Oh my Lord! Snuggles was all over the bag. The sound of the plastic bag must have made Snuggles think, “Dennis is here and I hear the crinkle of the bag. I get a treat!” I finally opened the bag and let the cat realize what was inside. Bummer