Random shopping
Until further notice, this property has been declared to be a no-fly zone. Special sticky paper has been hung in zones where traffic is unseasonably high, and certain lights will remain on (to protect innocent passersby).
I slept reasonably well last night, despite an oversized electronic monitor strapped to my chest, and a series of electrodes going hither, thither and yon. Or is it yawn? In any case, we drove back to the city this morning and returned the equipment.
There was also an unrelated visit to the hospital, where I visited a relation. Unplanned, with no advance notice. So unlike me.
Our lunch? At our favorite sit-down restaurant. No burgers for this lad; I went with the meat loaf.
For the rest of the afternoon, random shopping. Apparently my source of tiny jellybeans is no longer stocking the product, so I will have to find an alternate supplier.
Did you know that Walmart stocks fruits and vegetables that I can’t identify, even with a name tag? I’m going to have to do some research, before buying anything unfamiliar. It’s a pity that peach season is over.
We happened to get the urge to buy (yet another) extension cord. So many choices! So many lengths! The only common factor is that wire is expensive. I’m going to have to institute some inventory control: a checklist to assure that I don’t leave one behind while on the road. That rule also applies to water hoses and other things that can be collected and filed in the bottom of a neighbour’s toolshed.
