In my recently departed neighborhood, the deliveries for homes were all done later in the day, into the evening. I'd be going for a walk and watch all the trucks going from home to home, dropping off their presents.
That always put a smile on my face.
I'm not a shopoholic, and only buy stuff I need.
But damn, who doesn't love going online and ordering your pet food, coffee, bakers twine (yes, I did need some bakers twine. Got stuff I gotten tie up ), and stuff you'd have no real idea where to get it.
All the running around, gas and time it saves, and at the same price.
It like this.....
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hightor
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Fri 4 Sep, 2020 03:24 am
Yesterday I left the house around 6:30 am to head off the island and do my weekly grocery shopping. I like to go during "Senior Hour", from 7 - 8, because everything has been cleaned and it's not too crowded. I pulled into a parking space and suited up — nitrile gloves, facemask, baseball cap — went in and did my shopping. I came out, loaded the car, and climbed into the driver's seat...****, where's my key? I searched my pockets several times.
Figuring I might have dropped it in one of the aisles I went back in the store, carefully scouring the parking lot on the way. I retraced my steps in the store...nothing. I went back and looked all around the car...no go. Thinking that just possibly someone found it turned it over to the store manager I went back in. There was no one at the customer service desk yet, so I asked one of the young cashiers if anyone had turned in a car key. "No," was her answer. Dejected, I turned around to go out to my car and figure out my next move. It was then that I heard her voice say, "Oh, sir — it's in your hat!" — sure enough, there it was.
Evidently, when I was suiting up, I had removed the key from the ignition and put it on the seat next to me — where my cap was. After getting the face mask and my glasses adjusted I quickly reached over, grabbed my cap, and put it on — with the key inside.
I'm glad some of it was sticking out so she saw it!
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glitterbag
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Fri 4 Sep, 2020 08:45 pm
@hightor,
I remember my Dad frantically searching around the house looking for his pipe, it was in his mouth. He probably wasn't even 40, so he wasn't senile....he gave up smoking after that and lived to be 82.
Most of us got into smoking while in the military service. I was 'smoking' about 2 packs a day, but most of it burned in the ashtray. The only problem was my inhaling. I quit smoking in my early 30's, but started smoking cigars a few years ago when my buddy and I started visiting Cuba. I haven't smoked outside of Cuba, but went burzurk and smoked a $50 cigar in Cuba to find out the difference. The difference in quality is really noticeable.
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Raquelll
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Wed 23 Sep, 2020 07:31 pm
@nimh,
Every day is a new day, it doesn't matter if there is a gray day or a shiny day, we have to be greateful every single moment or at leat have the strength to face it, because remember we have just one life. So let's live each day as it were the last one, as the old proverb says.
cute. ps, i really liked those fudgy colors in that hallway you posted somewhere.
I smile at colors when they speak up like that. Im trying to whip up a painting on panel . Its a still life of a black lunch pail and a cheese sammich and I saw those colors you posted and was noodgin em around. might work
PPSS I hate HALLMARK. My first wife was a colorist for Hallmark, then she started to run around with a fuckin greeting card salesman
I have a hard time reading any greeting cards. #1 I'm not a fan of poetry. #2 that is not poetry.
My eyes glaze over so I'll just gaze at the paper for what I figure is an appropriate amount of time, then nod and say thank you.
So did she end up with the salesman, or did that fall apart?
My ex husband, even though I divorced him, thought my life became frozen in time once he was gone. He sent me some bullshit letter at one point.
I responded “you do realize I’ve remarried”
Then a few years after that, he tried to attach me to the bankruptcy he filed.
That guy was like a bad penny. 20 plus years after that my husband and I both started getting calls looking for him over some other financial legal thing.