Friday, April 29, 2011

I had to laugh. Really I did.

I’ve been doing research for a project I have going – nothing important, well to anyone other than me. It’s time consuming when one starts from the sitting position. I’ll get there, but learning as you weed out the “No. No, not that one; what about this one’s,” can be a pain. I’ve used model types (body shapes), model numbers, price ranges and various other things as filters to arrive at the “That one!” stage. Hasn’t happened yet. I think it’ll end with “This general area, that one – it’s available without the three months wait.” That and a rather refined service offered by one provider.

But I laughed. at a break point.  One of the blogs was telling of their wake-up activities. They ran into the Royal Wedding on every news channel they could find, finally settling for C-Span.

I’d not turned the TV on so the Royal Wedding Organ Music tip was appreciated. I believe I’ll stay with Pandora for a couple more hours. And a small bit of smile and laughter.

photoshare Wild Flower Marble Hill GA thelung

The lady at the check out counter, when the grocery till ran up beyond $400 slowed down and shook her head.

“Grocery’s have certainly gone up.” she remarked, and looked at me as if wondering if I realized the fact.

“I’m very glad,” I explained, “that I’m shopping for five others. I think I’ll stop those phone calls asking if they want something while I’m in town.”

The lady smiled and asked if the chocolate pie was “for someone,” and I said: “Well, no. I just thought, since I’m such a good boy, I’d reward myself.”

She laughed, and the till jingled and chuckled under her hand for a bit and she named a new price. Considerably under the original.

I asked, was she sure and she said yes, that’s the xxx discount.

“Oh! But . .” I trailed off to silence as her eye brow quirked up wards and I said nothing —

Except, “Thank you.”

She nodded.

It took another two hours after getting home to sort all the various orders and get them delivered. I’m afraid I managed to re-coupe full price for the items delivered.

There is one thing.

The pie was delicious. Even after cutting the thing and plopping myself in the chewed and mutilated middle management chair to eat it, and the dog (puppy he is, even yet) jumped up and I wore chocolate and meringue on my nose finishing it.

photoshare Clematis II Little Rock Arkansa Rusmwood posted a new piece of original art today.

I rather liked it.


From the reaches,

Ten Mile

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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