Pizza or Bust!

I had a very carefully planned store hopping 🦘 plan in mind, which I was proud to carry out, even to the point of calling📞 Bill to see if he could pick up some vitamins Sunday, so I wouldn't have to make another stop. Meijer was my final stop, and it went as smoothly as the other two... bottle deposits, special coupons, etc..., or so I thought. Final purchase, the Pizza,🍕 the two kinds we usually get were gone, and I had this special coupon. Another phone call 📞wherein I explained I could still cut up onion slices and green peppers for the pepperoni and cheese pizza. No, we couldn't skip the pizza for another time. I wanted it tonight. I was very proud to have completed this project, just in time for getting back for O'Donnell, but ever the watchful husband finds the pizza to be...thawed. I mentioned it was the very last purchase from the freezer? I was to check the phone 📞number on it, and they were closed, so time to check the internet. Continual protests about me being flexible and having something else, like shrimp🍤...ugh! Wife protests back, No, I want my pizza!🍕 So, back to the store, saying over and over, it's not their fault, cool it. Long story short, I got my way, and got my solid, frozen🥶 pizza. 🍕 The plan was to show them my receipt on the way out. No one checked, so I just waltzed out,💃 got to the car, 🚗realized what I'd done, and decided, if they have a problem with me not showing my receipt, they can follow me in a cop car🚓 right to my door, and I'll have it ready for them.

On the run & Costume changes

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Day went like this...eye doctor👁 (some have a dental phobia, 🦷but I have an eye doctor👁 phobia) Nevertheless, I was relieved that the eye that felt "different" was fine. Then, break for more coffee☕️ and late breakfast. Then Meijer grocery, (Bill doesn't see the need for umbrellas. 🌂 I can see his point of view, as when I got to the Meijer parking lot, the umbrella turned inside out with the spokes pointing upward. Worse yet, it threatened to pull me skyward, like Mary Poppin's exit.)🌬+.

then, Aldis grocery,(during which time, I was kind of flying blind.🕶👀) then, home, then, work at Tellabration, (Good Show 👩‍🎤and Good Audience Energy!) then, home for the news, pizza,🍕 and finishing the laundry...This kind of explains why it's nice to just "chill" looking at internet comedy😅😂🤣 and Friend Face. Besides, I've already surpassed being "up there" (i.e. mature age) and deserve a break today! 🍔🍟

Virtual Progress

I drove out to the mall area to get my mic stand, 🎙affirming about half the way that they'd be there when I arrived and be happy😃 to accommodate me. At the intersection, it turned 5:00, and many cars 🚗 had the right of way, other than mine, so when I got there, a guy was coming out the door, and I grabbed him by the collar and tackled him. Well, okay, I begged and pleaded 😢with him that I'd already called, had already paid, and the mic stand 🎙was probably on the counter top. Yup that works, too.😉

Excited that the mic I already had to critique my stories on the cassette recorder, now fits the new stand, which had to be lowered to the 🐁 mouse level of the table, but "where there's a will there's a way." All that's needed to do now is await the windbreaker. (My friends from our formative years know I've always been into some project, and well, some things never change.)

Leela, at 4 years old

 This story came up on Friend Face, an incident I'd forgotten.

Bill answered the phone, and a telemarketer was saying he won something and asking for his bank number, a call which he quickly terminated. Leela wanted to know who it was. And he said, "Bad guy." And he told how he would never give his bank number to anybody.
Well, she took off on that for quite a long time, about how you should never give your bank number to anybody, or they might get your money. Then she put her hand on her hip and said, "And if they call my mommy and ask for her bank number, I'll say, ' Let me talk to them. I'll handle this! ' And I'll tell him, ' No, bad guy, you can't have our bank number. Goodbye! ' and hang up the phone, and then, I'll press the Off button. That way, they'll never get the money that we need to get the things we need and want."

Cider and Shock

The horse-drawn carriage ambled toward the cider mill. 
 I blinked a bit, and it was gone.
 Perhaps it was a time warp thing, but visiting my home town brought on memories like this I'd, quite frankly, never had.  Maybe they were in the archives and sent to Friend Face by my classmates.  I felt a longing to remain there in the past. 
   So, I blinked again, and there it was.
   But this time, I recognized it was a hearse from days gone by.
   There were other people on horses clopping along behind it; some were in carriages and some in the saddle.  They stopped briefly at the cider mill and passed around a pitcher.
   That was certainly appropriate for this time of year, what with Hallow-e'en around the corner.
   Then, the caravan resumed once again toward the cemetery.
   The people had apparently already been to the church, and it was time to lower the body.
   But the horses who drew the hearse became alarmed as they passed near the railroad tracks and reared up on hind legs as the train passed by.
   The coffin was released, and the one in it was also, as her body shot up, with her split legs up in the air, and fell to the ground below.

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Pumpkin Season with Cookies

Grocery 🛒 trips are always so interesting. At my first stop, I hear parents 👨👩‍🦱 trying to talk their college son 👨‍🦱 into putting a pumpkin 🎃in the dorm, like just outside his room. This persuasion attempt did not go well. At my second stop, I hear a man yell into his phone, "I tell you, they don't got no windmill cookies! 🍪 They don't got no windmill cookies! They're not there!" (I couldn't find one, either) Immediately, my mind conjured up memories of windmill cookies. These were very popular with us kids back in the day. Either that, or our mothers were cheap and pulling a fast one.

October

Although it's the 10th month, October means eight. American Indians & settlers alike called its 1st full moon, "hunter's moon", as it signaled winter's onset. The 31st day, Hallo-we'en, is the beginning of the Celtic New Year, when boundaries between the living & dead were thin; fairy folk were out in full force playing tricks. Irish & Scots brought it to America. We mark, with joy, the passage of the season and of time, wrapping ourselves in sheets as the ghosts we'll one day become.
-paraphrased from the Dance of Time, by Michael Judge.

from Time&Date.com