I got my flu shot today, finally. On Sunday, Anne received hers too. She just walked in and took a jab in the arm. She said it was crowded, but she got it done, easy peasy. For me, it wasn’t quite so easy. With the onslaught of Pfizer Pfanatics that the CDC has unleashed for booster shots, Walgreens stopped taking walk-ins and you now need an appoint to get a shot. On Monday, when I unsuspectedly walked into Walgreens, I was turned away. I had to scan a QR code that took me to the Walgreens website for making vaccination appointments. My first go at it was not too successful, because I ended up making an appointment in Chicago. Finally, I got it worked out and got an appointment for today and in the correct store. It was still a madhouse today, with more people queuing up for vaccinations than for prescriptions, but I succeeded. I wonder when the J&J vaccine will get approved for boosters?
Jay sent Anne this photo of Anne’s newly bedazzled Converse All Star sneakers. Jay has glammed shoes for Anne, Jane and herself. All three sisters plan on wearing their stunning and coordinated Chucks together for Maren and Dave’s wedding next month. Anne went with high tops, while Jay and Jane went low tops. Anne had to ask if her high tops would make her taller than her sisters? It was really generous of Jay to do this project, because Anne’s crafty dance card is pretty full these days. Number one on her plate being the MAD quilt, which as of Saturday Anne had finished quilting the front face of all sixteen blocks. She still has the backside to do and then a border to be complete. Sunday though she switched projects and began working on the canopy for the chuppah, which she should knockout pretty quickly.
Saturday night, we took Joanie out to dinner for her birthday (It was a big one for her!). For the restaurant she chose Cunetto’s House of Pasta, which is definitely not Weight Watchers friendly. I must admit that I was more than a little leery about her choice, because of Covid. Cunetto’s is always crowded, which usually results in a long wait in the bar before you are seated. Back in the day, the bar was always very smoky too. Thankfully, at least that is no longer a problem anymore, but the prospect of waiting in the bar seemed to me to be rather problematic. To prevent this circumstance, we showed up early, half-an-hour before the place even opened. we were first in line and were seated first. We got a table in the corner, where we enjoyed a scrumptious Covid free meal.
Speaking of All Stars, how about those Cards? On September 12th we attended a Cardinal’s ballgame at Busch. The Redbirds won, which kicked off a winning streak that became the longest winning streak in the club’s almost 130-year history. They have become red hot the second half of this month, peaking just in time for the playoffs. On Sunday, they won their sixteenth game in a row and return to Saint Louis to finish the regular season. The Cardinals magic number is down to one now, for a wildcard playoff berth. It looks like a red October.
On Friday, Anne and I headed over to Men’s Warehouse to pick up my new suit. It had been the prescribed two-weeks and we arrived there with every expectation that I could try on my suit, it would fit well and that would be that. Oh, how little we knew. When we arrived, I handed the first available clerk my claim check and he went around back to find my garments. He returned quickly, but not with my navy-blue suit, but instead he had a black pair of dress slacks sans jacket and shirt. The ticket on the slacks had my name on it, just like the one I had handed him, but that’s as far as they agreed. The clerk disappeared again, this time for a long, long while. Anne later suggested that if we had begun practicing our wedding dancing then and there, that might have sped things along. Eventually, I became aware of the involvement of a man in authority. Although, he certainly didn’t project that authority with his attire. He was wearing gym shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt, but he was the store’s manager. He apologized for his attire, it being his day off and he had just breezed in for a moment to see how things were going, when I arrived. I quipped, “Casual Friday?”, which got a laugh out of him. He then disappeared around back for another long delay. When he returned, it was with a tale of woe. They could not find hide-nor-hair of the suit. He suggested that after I had been fitted for and then paid for the suit, it had been returned to the rack and most likely sold again. He also explained that the claim check that I had, was the wrong half of a pair. The one I had, had all of the fitting info and the one that I should have had didn’t. He didn’t think that any of the alterations could have been done. He was all apologetic and promised expedited service. All he needed to do was check his inventory, to see if he had another suit in stock. At about this time the woman tailor, with the Eastern European accent who had originally fitted me got involve. Clerk, manager and tailor again disappeared around back. After another long wait, the manager returned triumphant with all my garments. I tried everything on and Anne snapped this photo, crisis averted.
