It's … it's ALIVE!!! and other stories
Last night I decided to clean out the refrigerator. I’d not done this before, and some of the items had been there for quite a while … like six months, for example. Besides the requisite separated milk and hairy bread, there were a few unidentified leftovers my mother had sent home with me. I couldn’t figure them out until I dumped them out into the pizza box (complete with curly old pizza).
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Kind of disgusting, isn’t it? The one on the left is pea soup, the middle one is macaroni with spaghetti sauce, and the right one is both of them upside-down in the pizza box so you can see their true natures.
After that fun, I left the dishes to soak in the sink (hopefully not for a month this time), and went to buy replacement food, baking soda, and Glorious Appearing. What place could possibly have all these things? Wal-mart, of course.
I was shocked at the state of our Wal-Mart. They just finished doubling the size of the place, and I thought things had settled down a bit. Now they’re ripping the store apart again, presumably to add the rumored grocery department. And just inside the new entrance is the nicest McDonalds I’ve ever seen, with paneling, and brass, and nice seating. And someone was peering around at me while standing in line to order. She wasn’t in her optician smock, so I initially didn’t recognize the cute girl from the eye department. But kudos to her for noticing me first. <smirk> We kinda know each other because of me going there so much for glasses and contacts. She’s rather older than I, though. (Speaking of which, my contacts are due for a re-order. Note to self for when taxes are finished.) I did not speak to her.
So returning home with book, milk, bread, and Cheerios, I fell asleep on the couch reading Glorious Appearing at like 9:30. I slept fitfully (after all, I was on the couch), and woke up at 6:30am — which is a big deal … for me.
Sweet! I thought, I can actually do something that grown-up, responsible people who want to improve themselves do, namely, jog. So I drove down Wesley Drive and found a nice, wide, mile-long shoulder, and parked at a gas station. I found out just how out-of-shape I was when I wiped out after barely 0.2 miles … though it should be noted that was 0.2 miles uphill. Guess I’ve got my work cut out for me.
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