Well, here it is. The ninth day of January. I'm not sure what you are thinking; but, to me, this month is passing way too fast. Six more days and it will be time to put flea medicine on the dogs again. That can be a rewarding experience as my dogs look up into my eyes and say, "Oh thank you kind sir for dousing us with that tube of flea killer. Where would we be without your assistance?"
Maybe they don't say it in that many words, They want to say it.
Yesterday, I traveled to town and bought a new air filter for my furnace. They cost near $35 because of their weird size. 20x25x4.5 Walmart has a 4 inch one for $28. So I order mine from Gilfillan's True Value. I've done it enough, the people there seem to know me when I walk in. Go Figure.
I followed that with an HEB trip to buy 3 big sacks of dog food. Dogs gotta eat.
Finally, a hair cut. I was about 3-4 weeks late getting this done.
As I was having the ears lowered, in walks this tallish, skinny girl - not really a girl - say upper 20s or lower 30. She is tattooed almost everywhere except the face. The face has several rings placed appropriately for someone covered in tattoos. The sides of her head have been clipped short with a puffy bit of hair on top - all solid black - really really black slick hair, if puffy can be slick. She asked the barber a question (I could understand it cause my hearing aids are out) - he responds with a "Sure, c'mon in. Have a seat."
Almost immediately a guy comes in as well. He is as equally skinny - normal hair tough. Seemed like really nice folks and talkative. The girl just jumps in talking and carrying on conversations. They apparently have moved out to the Streetman side of lake and are new to the area.
She asked the barber something else which he muttered an answer. Then, taking a breath, he says, "The second question people ask is 'where is the courthouse?' followed by 'the post office'." This must have been their first time to come to Corsicana. As I finished up and was leaving, she was complaining how slow their golf cart was. As I exited I pointed out how they could always walk. Left.
Let's talk Karma. The Flex (car) has a couple of problems - namely the check engine light has been on for over a week. Also, the back up camera is flawed. Sometimes the picture is right - sometimes it is upside down - sometimes I get a message to contact my dealer. Went into the dealer on Tuesday-the service guy said they are behind and it would be a week before they could do it. A week. He said to give him a couple of days to see if they could get me a loaner car while the Flex was in the shop. We drove the Flex home.
Tonight, I drove to choir practice in the Marauder. About 2 miles from home, my check engine light flickered on. I checked all the gauges. Nothing. Tomorrow we go to Rusty's to get it fixed. Now, the kicker: As my wife left church in the Flex tonight, its check engine light turned off on its own. I didn't know they could do that. So Karma fixed the Flex and broke the Marauder. Sigh.
Tomorrow I plan to cook up some Jalapeno Poppers. I do so love those. I used to cut the top off, clean em out, fill with cheese, wrap in bacon. They were gooood. I have evolved into cutting the pepper in half, clean out each half with a grapefruit spoon, cover with cheese, wrap in a half piece bacon, cook at 400% for about an hour. They are just as gooooooood.
over and out.
A "STONE" is a family word for a personal story or thought, not quite an essay or short story. We moved to central Texas to be near a daughter. We are down to only one wirehair dachshund - Sadie. (Goodbye in 2021 to Oscar the ball boy and Bruno the larger twin) & my wife -- penned by a retired Texas H.S. band director - just nonsense thoughts unrelated to each other or anything other than what's happening and comments.
Wednesday, January 9, 2019
Posted by Mike Metze at 11:10 PM
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