Anne and I went to town: Walmart (food and drugs), The Quilted Moose (fabric) and Karl’s (lunch). Normally, we prefer to grocery shop up here at Meijer’s, but Walmart is a preferred provider on our new Medicare plan. We didn’t need the prescription filled until next week, but as it turned out, they called to say that it was ready, the moment that we got back to the cabin. We’ll be back.
The Quilted Moose is not to be confused with the Quilted Fox, which is in Saint Louis. It is also not the Sick Moose, as Harry choose to refer to it. I waited in the car, while Anne shopped. Ashmun Street is undergoing major roadwork and the Quilted Moose was at the center of it. I kept getting distracted by the flash of a yellow Cat, as its bucket arm waved back and forth in my mirror. It was very disconcerting seeing that huge mechanical claw moving over the stenciled “objects in mirror are closer than they appear” lettering.
Karl’s was our reward for doing all of this consumerism. This is what members of the credit card elite like to do. Reward themselves for spending, by doing more spending. I had their Rueben and a pint of cherry cider. The Rueben was excellent, but the cider was a knockout. Anne had their chicken sandwich.
The Pasque flower is a traditional medicinal herb of the mountains. It is a powerful plant that is used for high blood pressure and as a nervous system remedy. The flower appears before the leaves.