I think a day in the stocks is appropriate punishment

I was pushing my cart out of Walmart and saw the aisle between the cars that led to my vehicle was blocked by an abandoned cart. I shook my head at the jerks in life. Then I noticed the car next to the shopping cart was backing out. 

A quick glance at the buggy and behold, the entitled driver had left her purse in the cart. Surprising even myself I positioned my cart to the side and waved at the driver. When I got her attention I pointed at the abandoned cart. She gave me a dirty look, you know, the “mind your own business “ frown. I gestured one last time at her cart and went around the long way to my car. Screw it. 

I saw the lady pull her car back in the parking slot. She rolled down her window, grabbed her purse and drove off. 

After I loaded my groceries I walked over and grabbed her cart and pushed both carts into the cart coral. 

I have a lot of faults, but I never leave my cart loose in the parking lot. 

If you do, rethink your life choices. Be aware there is absolutely no argument you can make that will change my mind. If you abandon your shopping cart you are an unmitigated self-centered jerk. EOS. 

Eleventh hour, eleventh day, eleventh month

 

The bells rang 29 times

 

Le Sigh

 

The smell of burning leaves is indelibly printed on my brain as the enduring memory of fall. As a kid you had to be careful about riding your bike through the piles of leaves beside the curb, lest the bottom of the pile was smoldering. Alas, for decades  burning leaves has been outlawed everywhere I’ve lived. It’s probably a good thing. But I can still smell it in my brain. 

This is my front lawn this morning. It was 100% clear if leaves yesterday. I spent the afternoon raking and bagging.  Now I have a new carpet of leaves. 

Most of the tree is still covered, so this exercise will be repeated. Besides neither of my adjoining neighbors ever rakes their leaves so I often think clearing the leaves at all is a waste. 

In the back yard it is the same story, but the three Bradford Pears won’t drop their leaves for a month. 

Saturday music

 How about some more by The Romantics?

Yeah? You don’t get to vote. My blog, my rules. 

Enjoy it anyway.

The post is done. I have no title

It looks like we will have a wet weekend. A bit of rain is supposed to pass through this morning. If it dries out this afternoon I might run the mower over the lawn to chop up the early leaves. That is fewer leaves to rake later. 

The weather forecast calls for cold to start the week. We might even see a few flakes of snow. 

Christmas decorations have sprung up on a few houses in the neighborhood. The wife mentioned we could put up our tree Sunday. Rain will keep me from doing the outside lights. I have long experience translating wife speak. “Maybe” means definitely (unless it relates to nekkid wrestling, then it means ‘nope’) and “we” means I will do it. The current tree is not hard to put up, it is pre-lit and pops open in three sections. If she wants to jump into Christmas season I don’t care. The house is beautiful when she gets it decorated. 

In any case, go forth and survive your Friday. 

When you close your eyes and go to sleep

I’ve had somniloquy most of my life. Don’t worry, it is neither contagious nor fatal. It simply means I talk in my sleep. Apparently I mumble gibberish for the most part. I remember my college  roommates jarring me awake by trying to engage the sleeping me in a conversation to discover what I was talking about. My wife has done the same thing over the years. Apparently it is great fun. 

The wife was downstairs Tuesday night watching TV (she goes to bed late) when she says she heard me shouting something. She could not tell if I was angry or scared, just excited about something since she could hear me over the TV clear from the bedroom. 

I don’t even remember dreaming Tuesday night. 

I have always told the wife I remain on the straight and narrow out of fear I will confess in my sleep.