Theme Song

"Wasted Days And Wasted Nights," Freddie Fender, 1993...yesterday's theme song.  I understand there are some people (Steve was one) who really like to go shopping.  I take that back; I really don't understand that at all.  I had to go to town to pick up Bessie's heartworm medicine (six-month supply).  After looking at my list and deciding what I could do without, I pared the trip down to three very quick, in-and-out stops.  It didn't matter, it still wiped me out and, as usual, I was useless for the rest of the day.  It didn't help that we were back up into the 90s.

Steve loved to go shopping.  It didn't matter what store or what for.  Groceries, shoes, underwear, hardware; it didn't matter.  I know what I need and where it is, go there, get it and get out.  Depending on the lines, I can be in and out of Wally World in 40 minutes.  Shopping with Steve was an all-day excursion.  We'd cruise up and down every aisle.  He'd try on fifteen pairs of shoes (and not buy any).  I spent countless hours standing and waiting in the hardware store while he looked at stuff he didn't need.  (I did learn, however, that a snath is the handle for a scythe.)  Now, if I need something out of the ordinary, I put Craig on the trail.  He, too, is a shopper.

I haven't heard back from the lady with the Delaware chickens.  Clay messaged me saying he would help pick them up if needed, bless him.  Loomis is a small town a fair distance away, over in Placer county, above Rocklin.  I can probably wrangle the chickens by myself, but I sure would appreciate his company and a navigator.  I don't do GPS.

Unless she calls and today's the day, I might be more productive.  Or not.