Brit and I have Gremlins running around unseen in our house. Last night a fluorescent ceiling light light we never turn on…oh well, maybe it’s been on half a dozen times in 30 years….went on at 3:00 a.m. and awakened Brit. Lights awaken him instantly at night while little else does. It’s a three way switch located in an obscure place and the tube has never been changed. He roamed around to see if someone had stopped by for a visit.
Then there is the matter of the bathroom rug. It’s neatly placed in front of the bath tub then the next thing I know, it’s in a heap. I can’t catch Ringo doing it, yet it’s the only throw rug among many in our house that gets mysteriously “heaped”. When it’s hanging over the side of the tub, it stays there forever undisturbed. I suppose I could sleep on the bathroom floor and see how it gets heaped.
And, I have the matter of missing clothes. No one in her right mind would want my blouses and slacks, but some are missing. Don’t suggest I left them someplace as I didn’t, I don’t send them to the cleaners, and even though they are thin and worn, they aren’t so thread bare the washing machine pump could swallow them. Alas.
Are any of you old enough to remember the family (I can’t remember where they lived) who had a man living in their attic for over a year and didn’t know it? He’d only come out at night when they were asleep, or occasionally during the day when they were all gone and raid the refrigerator. They knew small amounts of food were missing from time to time, but they checked it up to their forgetfulness.
Then one night one of the family members got up at night and caught a glimpse of a ragged pair of pants with a very skinny leg in it going through the hall ceiling access door to the attic. The guy had worn the same clothes all that time and did nothing except get food and water and exist in their unfinished attic. We don’t have an attic but the thought of that strange guy ran through my mind.
I don’t go to Sam’s often, but they have a couple of items that Brit loves that I can’t find anywhere else. So, reluctantly, I pass through their doors on occasion. Today was such a day. The store was bereft of customers so I talked to one of the food sample ladies who was pushing her product. She said she had to sell so many…like a 100 packages…during her shift. I asked what happened if she didn’t and we continued that discussion. Then she started pointing out customers who weren’t really customers…they are just grazers and for that reason, she wouldn’t make her quota. They come every day just to eat, she said. She said there are those who don’t even bother getting a basket, then there are women who take a basket so they have a place to put their purse….and they graze from the vendors but don’t buy anything. After that, I watched the ones she had so carefully pointed out. She knew them well and they didn’t buy anything. They grazed. They only had four vendors today, down from the original 26 they once always had, since vendors are not going to keep putting out free samples when people don’t buy the product. One of the couples she pointed out were sitting at the pizza table having a slice when I checked out. They were older, like me, but well dressed and apparently didn’t get enough free lunch and resorted to pizza. It appeared they weren’t really needy or anything like that, but were just older and wanted “free stuff”. I found that interesting.
Tyler just called and is checking in at Lackland. He arrived safely. One of the first things he did when he came home, before he even said hello, was sign up for an absentee ballot to vote. I’m really pleased he takes an active interest in issues. He’s well-informed and follows closely how each candidate supports the military.
Ally said she’s getting great response to her hand-dipped, fried chicken livers and is selling them out the roof. They are so good. She’ll soon start doing that with gizzards as well.
Todd just mowed and trimmed the yard and blew off the decks. Brit feels just terrible that he can no longer take care of his yard. He always enjoyed it and hates to ask anyone else to do it for him. There comes that time when you have to ask for help.
Thanks for tuning in…now I’m tuning in to hear John McCain … in 2004 they built their whole campaign around fear, 911, Iraq, etc. Now they have a real problem with that and selective memory probably won’t carry them far. We’ll see.