Lady is doing much better this morning. I am running in and out to the laundry and must not have secured the catch on the patio gate when leaving, and I leave my front door open in the morning to catch the coolness and air out the apartment. When I walked out of the laundry room I was shocked to see her there waiting for me. I’m glad she didn’t decide to explore the complex! I’ll make sure her paw is ok for the next day or two and then maybe we will go for our long walk. The weather forecast is calling it hot today, 96F, and only a few degrees lower during the rest of the week. I will be so glad to see autumn weather arrive.
I drove to K-Mart to look at printers as their ad featured two that I am interested in. They didn’t have many printers, but everything they had was sealed up in its box – nothing on display. I guess the stores like K-Mart and Target have to take space from somewhere in order to become grocery stores, as they seem to be doing. I would definitely not shop at K-Mart, Target, or WalMart for my groceries, unless there was nothing else for miles around.
So I still need a printer, but I’ll go to Staples or Office Max next time – to my knowledge they don’t carry food, although Office Depot has always had certain food items on the shelves.
I now realize I live under the big top of Barnum and Bailey’s circus, as that’s what it’s like around here sometimes. Last night as I was ready to go to bed around 9:30, I heard two very loud voices from the open window. One was the lady upstairs, and the other was the guy who lives across the way from me, and he was totally sloshed. He was crying out in amazement that he couldn’t carry his can of beer between my F-350 and her Ford Expedition, and he spilled some beer when he ran into one of the mirrors. I’m not sure whose mirror he ran into but mine looks ok.
Then they began to discuss how big my truck is and how much room it takes up – how she has trouble parking her Expedition, etc. I wanted to shout “Then go park somewhere else”, but I’m not getting into a p*ssing contest with anyone.
And just now I heard the two guys–“upstairs” and “across the way”–discussing drinks. I can’t believe it when I heard upstairs recommending some kind of spirits and then the other fool agreeing to try it. He gets hammered enough with beer and I can only imagine what he will do on whiskey! Probably try to get into a fight with my truck. Was it an old Rolling Stones song that had the words “We Gotta Get Outta This Place, if it’s the last thing we ever do”. It’s still sort of comical to me and I hope it stays that way. I also hope they don’t push me over the edge.