Five miles of footwork today, this being one of the scenic and lovely roads near my home that I shuffled down.
I received eight hellos and/or waves. Saw a dog, two squirrels, a horse and two raccoons. And since a quick Google Image search doesn’t show a horse and raccoon combination, I’ll share one here.
He wasn’t especially wild about the closeup, but knew he was cornered. I think he was hoping I hadn’t noticed him, intent on the branches.
More reading today. If I feel behind with all of this it is only because I am. But there’s a lot to do, too, and a great deal more to go. I have about 10 more pages of notes and analysis after today, though, so that’s something.
Replaced the battery in The Yankee’s car this evening. It left me stranded last week. Since she’ll soon be back in town it seems only reasonable to assume she might want to drive somewhere. So off to Walmart I went, where we picked up this battery on August 1st.
I was all ready to go to protective husband, angry customer mode, but the lady at the customer service desk simply pointed me to the automotive section. Pick up a new one and bring it back, she said. I did, and one of her colleagues pushed the buttons that denoted the change of battery ownership.
She asked for my license, and scanned it verily. I asked what that told her.
“Since you don’t have your receipt I needed to see when you bought it. It is to make sure you aren’t returning too much stuff.”
Next time I’ll ask about the definition of “too much.” Instead I simply said, July 30th.
She confirmed the date, but did not ask about my superior recollection. Shame, since I had a great speech. “Like your wedding day, or the birth of your child, you never forget the day you swap out a car battery on the same evening you move.”
Not that she would have cared … There was a product, a customer said it was faulty. She had buttons to push, keys to to turn and items to scan.
I had the new battery, picked up a commemorative Sports Illustrated, a picture frame and a handful of buttons.
Installed the car battery — and what do you know, it cranked on the first try! — and did a little sewing. A sports coat needs different buttons. I’m swapping out the plastic gold look for something a little more sedate.
The frame? I put this postcard behind a piece of plexiglass.
The note on the back details visiting family throughout the country. The postmark is from 1912.