Song lyric alert! Anybody...anybody...? Can you place my title?
started out to be a really good day for me. Hick was off bright and
early to try selling stuff at his storage container store. Business had not been good on Saturday, that being the first day of deer season. As Hick
says, the women come and buy things, but they come with their husbands.
He said only a few other flea marketers were marketing, because they
expected business to be down. So Hick only put in a couple of hours
there Saturday, and came home to work on his storage container garage.
had said he probably wouldn't stay long at his StShSt (Storage Shed
Store, copyright by Val), and that he'd be home around 11:00 to take me
to the casino. I had a couple of errands to do, and left for town at
9:30. The day was kind of dreary and a little cool, but I like that kind
of weather. No sunglasses needed. No sweating.
hopped in T-Hoe, turned on my seat heater, and cranked up the radio.
Three of my current favorite songs came on. I was happy as a lark, some
cool tunes to listen to, a casino trip a couple hours away, lunch at
Burger Brothers, and some scratchers riding shotgun, to cash in and use
for gambling money. Yep! I was on top of the world, swinging it by the
tail, it being my oyster for the day.
Just as I pulled in the garage when I returned home at 10:34, I got a text from Hick.
"We are having customers so I'll stay awhile yet sold almost 50.00 this morning"
"Okay. Just pulled into the garage. I'll have a nap."
"Not in the garage."
a big deal. We had the whole day ahead of us. It's not like we had
anywhere else to go or rush back for. I could see Grown Puppy Jack on
the porch, eagerly awaiting my disembarking from T-Hoe. Or the handful
of cat kibble that he knew was in his immediate future. I gathered my
purse and water cup, and set them down on the porch shelf while I
grabbed some cat kibble. Juno heard the rattle of the kibble, and
galloped out to nose her way in between me and Jack.
picked up my purse and water cup again. It felt strange not to have a 44
oz Diet Coke in hand as well. I put them in my right hand so I could
grab the porch rail Hick put in by the steps. WHOOPSIE! Almost put my
hand on a BEE!
That wouldn't do! I'm not allergic (that I KNOW OF, but my dad was), but
a sting could have hurt, and interfered with my gambling plans. I
hobbled up the steps without benefit of the rail, and set my purse and
water cup down yet again, this time on Gassy G, and grabbed my phone to take a picture of the
Technically, I think that fellow is a yellowjacket. [Pardon me while I digress. Despite what this link
says about yellowjackets, I don't know anybody who has ever called a
critter like that a "sweat bee." No siree, Bob! A "sweat bee" is a tiny
black bee-looking critter around these parts, about 1/4 inch long, that
likes to get on the inner crease of your elbow on a hot day, and sting
you if you bend your arm.]
Anyhoo...I took a quick
look at my phone picture to see if I'd even gotten that
bee-jacket-thingy in frame. Yes. But you could barely see it. At least I couldn't, without my glasses. So I
walked to the other side of the rail, and zoomed in, trying to avoid the
prancing, newly-energized-with-cat-kibble, Jack and Juno.
Hick came home at 12:15, while I was watching the end of one of my favorite movies on TCM, National Velvet.
It was the weigh-in scene, before Elizabeth Taylor won the race and
fainted, and was found out to be an adolescent girl and not a foreign
jockey. Oopsie! Sorry for the spoiler, but you HAVE had 73 years to
watch it. Not like it's a new release. We watched the end, and left for
the casino, where I had a wonderful time and a delicious burger.
Sunday night, as I was saving the pictures to my New Delly in
preparation for this blog post, I clicked on both photos to see which
would look best. Of course it was the closeup. I added it to the post,
and then looked back at the other one, to see if it would add anything
to the mix.
OH! EM! GEE!
LOOK WHAT'S ON THE SIDE OF THE RAIL!
Yes. Val had a very good day on Sunday.