The Living is Easy

It’s a tad cooler today—should only be in the 90s; make being out in the direct sun much more bearable. Anakah spent the night which meant there was the mandatory run the A&W for kids meals, floats and KFC. I broke ranks and got hot dogs. We had coupons so the dogs were 75 cents a piece. A word of warning though getting hotdogs at the A&W is always risky even more so at closing. You know hey have hat those tube steaks on the drill since 2:00 p.m. But Anakah thinks this ritual is special so we do it. It’s Summer hot. Even at 9:00 pm the temperature is still 90 degrees. It’s still light outside the lot lights are on at KFC and folks are just “summer hanging” I can see how Anakah would like our late Saturday excursions out.

Then back to the house for DVDs, usually some version of Shrek, Monsters Inc., or Finding Nemo. I was surprised last night they had Homeward Bound . I elected to work on the computer then crashed.

I just got back from the market doing the weeks shopping. I wish I could work up the energy to rant but is just too hot. I could not believe how many things were up high to the point there was no chance in hell I was going to be able get what I needed independently. I have to remember everything I want then tell the cashier to please get the following items. They always look at me like I am from another dimension but, invariable shrug their shoulders and send the adolescent bagger or run themselves. This time the cashier took off. One industrial size can of jalapeno peppers, one seedless watermelon and bags of ice. A good sized line was forming behind me. I know a lot of thought—who came later—what is this wheelchair guy holding up the line for? The people in line behind me usually do not say anything (it’s my invisible power) and if the do it’s like what kind of help do I need or the great standby “Is everything alright or do you need help?” The natives were calm today and I exited with out incident. I just had to have verbal intercourse with Julie, the aging baglady( no pun intended) who must work every Sunday because she is always there when go. I know she is there because he husband must have died or just dumped her and she is making ends meet. Julie is fascinated by either how fast my chair is or my lift equipped van or maybe (terror) me. I cut “our” conversation short by informing Julie I had to get home before my ice melted. She seemed to understand this need and left after shoving everything in the back of van.

It’s Sunday afternoon not quite 3:00 still to early to start the charcoal for dinner. I have had a good sized flank steak marinating for two days—I also picked up a package or chicken breasts at the market. This should keep us going through out the week. We have a statewide holiday a week from tomorrow. Summer is here and the living is easy.