Self-Checkout

Self-Checkout

This week I used one of the self-checkout kiosks. It was about eleven when I went shopping, just before the luncheon rush. I inadvertently left an item at the kiosk. Two hours later I returned to claim my purchase. The clerk consulted a handwritten list of items that had been also left at Self-Checkout. My item was already three pages back. In two hours, me and other shoppers had left dozens of items behind. Rather than being a commentary on the flakiness of the local cliental, this is a testament to how busy this store is. Thousands of people must shop there every day. I was frankly flabbergasted with this realization. 

Dandelions

Dandelions

We are expecting another record high temperature today. It is forecasted to hit the mid-sixties. Definitely shorts weather. On the downside though there could be dust clouds around the house again. We have had rain this week, but probably not enough to tamp down the construction dust. You see dear readers; our neighborhood is in the grip of out-of-control plumbers. Five years ago, we were overrun by them when our one-block long street was first torn up and then new piping was laid down. Twice, once for sewer and then again for water. Now we sit in the eye of this storm. It is calm here, but all around us is chaos. We are surrounded. I do not know if they are doing water or sewer. Not that it matters. Roads are blocked, traffic stopped, construction equipment sits lying about, there is no escape from here. Still, not having the water mains break all of the time would be a good thing and I am sure that Memphis will appreciate Saint Louis not pooping in their drinking water several times a year after a big rainstorm overwhelms our antiquated septic/storm sewer system. I know that the EPA does. At least the plumbers have nice weather for working in the mud. 

Let’s Get Physical

Mister Bones

Yesterday, I started physical therapy. For a couple of months now, I have been suffering from chronic lower back pain. Besides the pain, it has limited my ability to walk. As late as September, Anne and I would routinely walk four miles together. Now, I find it difficult to go a mile. Anyway, after weeks of putting up with this situation, I decided to get some help. I went to the same PT place that Anne had gone to before. The event was not that unpleasant. My diagnosis: I am a tight ass! There was some Latin equivalent, but those words escape me. I am signed up for eight weeks of therapy. I hope that it does some good.