So I went with my neighbor to the market today, and the above shot was only part of the melee at the bakery section. I seriously shudder to think what the rest of the market looked like,as the “Snowaggedon”, as opposed to Armageddon was coming.Never mind that if you actually paid attention to the weather forecast, you would have learned that yes, we would get snow,but it would be warm enough to turn from snow to sleet to rain.
WHY WAS EVERYONE IN THE MARKET? RAIN, FOLKS,RAIN……..
We had strip steak for dinner, to celebrate the snow that will be short-lived,and get ready for the nor’easter that will be in our midst.
If you are out there where there is actually snow, well, be safe. If you are down here with me in the nor’easter, be safe.
Let’s just all make it through the weekend in one piece, ok!
I have been off since yesterday and taking advantage of the arrival of heat, albeit again.
The girls and I have been taking a slow walk in the morning down to the bay and the three of us have been in the bay, trying to stay cool.Weather is constantly amazing to me, as one day we actually get a breeze, and today you can cut the hot air with a knife.Fortunately, the girls and I have been working around the heat, and I pretty much have the shady routes down pat for us to walk back on.
Jim, when he is out of his office, goes out in the heat to get some work done and it seems to make him happy.I guess he handles the heat better than I do, going back to his bakery days.I still get worried, but he claims he knows what he is doing.
I’m waiting for October.
of prison at work.
Oh well, they were kind enough to schedule me for Sunday, Monday and Tuesday so the bright side is my weekend good, er, at least until Saturday.It’s hard because at the register, you literally are like a veal, stuck in the cage of a register. Me? I sneak out with the price gun to ring up people’s soda cases and spring water cases so I have an excuse to move 10 steps over and 10 steps back.Today during break, I walked back to the bakery to find no one there and then in the back of the store to find out the scheduling was done because a new bunch of “kids” hadn’t gotten their register training done yet.
I have a distant neighbor who comes to the job and acts as though she is my nearest and dearest, and she didn’t talk to me before I had this job. She runs an illegal day care here and I am just waiting for something to happen to ship her out.
This job has lost any entertainment value, especially when I am on the front end .Suffice it to say, I am looking for one to replace it.
…early to rise….
I am working the polls tomorrow morning in my new home state, as it will be election day here. It is humorous to me, as in my college years I was a poll watcher for different presidential candidates, including John Anderson-doe anyone remember him?
Tomorrow I will be out of the bakery and on the other side of the table and it will be a new experience for me. The rough part is I grew up in a state where polls were open from 7am to 8pm. I am due to my local fire hall at 5:15am to help set up, as the polls open 6am here.
Off for a quick shower and then, hopefully, a few good hours of sleep.
Election results from me tomorrow….lol
I have completed a half-year of retirement, well, maybe four months if you discount my bakery time.Six months since I was in Center City.Six months since I had to use a finger ID to clock in.Six months since I was within striking range of a coffee shop on every corner and vendor carts.
Do I miss that part of my life?
Some of the people, yes. The daily routine? No way in hell.
Thirty years are thirty years, no matter how you slice it. I was blessed to hold a job steadily for that length of time, but when it’s time, it is time.It was a good run, but it’s over. The new chapter in my life has started, and at six months, my feet are indeed wet. You know what? I take one day at a time and enjoy every day I have got, especially with Jim and Zush and Kasia. It’s a precious life.