I got up just before 6:00 AM and took a few photographs of my hair, before going to get a haircut. Then, I had a cup of coffee and played an April Fool's joke on Mother. I told her that I didn't sleep a wink last night, and she believed it. Then, I said, "April Fool's!" Hah, hah!
I got to the barbershop at 7:33 AM and was back home just a few minutes after 8:00 AM. Mr. Graham said that someone had broken into his shop and stolen the money out of the gum ball machine, which had been placed there twenty-five to thirty years ago (when he first moved there) by a local Civitan club.
After I got back home, I reheated and finished my morning cup of coffee. Then Mother and I went to the post office and the grocery store. On the way, I telephoned Bill and asked him what kind of soda pops they would like for us to have ready. He said Classic Cokes. They had not left home, yet.
It is now 9:53 AM, and I am waiting for 10:30 AM, when Mother and I will leave to pick up one of her prescriptions at the pharmacy, go to the Piccadilly Cafeteria for lunch, and the Home Depot to buy some more rocks for the driveway.
At the Piccadilly, I got the roast pork loin, broccoli casserole, macaroni and cheese, and a piece of garlic bread. I ate only the pork and brought the rest home for dinner.
When we got home from the Home Depot, I poured the rocks into the water puddles in the driveway. Then, I took out the garbage and the old newspapers.
I watched television, for a while, but there was nothing on that held my interest. I ate the piece of garlic bread that I brought home from the Piccadilly.
It is now 2:30 PM, and I'm sore, I guess from hauling those heavy bags of rocks.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Friday, March 31, 2006
No cash for you
I was panhandled, again. The last time was on the twenty-second of this month, only nine days ago. The company secretary says that the panhandlers find me wherever I go.
I had ducked into a local Walgreen’s drug store to buy a twelve-pack of diet Cokes, in preparation for this weekend’s visit by my brother and his family. As I was leaving, a black guy approached me.
Him: “Can you do something for me?”
Me: “What can I help you with?”
Him: “I’m trying to feed my little girl.”
Me: “I don’t have any money, but you can have these,” I replied, on a whim, thrusting the Cokes into the somewhat surprised man’s hands. “Will these help you?”
Him: “Yes, sir.”
We parted company. As I was getting into my car, I turned and saw him at a pay phone. Maybe he was calling some of his friends, perhaps asking one to panhandle for some chips and, another, for some dip. Sorry if I sound cynical, but I am. I have been panhandled so many times, I believe that I can tell, to some degree, if the individual is sincere ... or not.
I had ducked into a local Walgreen’s drug store to buy a twelve-pack of diet Cokes, in preparation for this weekend’s visit by my brother and his family. As I was leaving, a black guy approached me.
Him: “Can you do something for me?”
Me: “What can I help you with?”
Him: “I’m trying to feed my little girl.”
Me: “I don’t have any money, but you can have these,” I replied, on a whim, thrusting the Cokes into the somewhat surprised man’s hands. “Will these help you?”
Him: “Yes, sir.”
We parted company. As I was getting into my car, I turned and saw him at a pay phone. Maybe he was calling some of his friends, perhaps asking one to panhandle for some chips and, another, for some dip. Sorry if I sound cynical, but I am. I have been panhandled so many times, I believe that I can tell, to some degree, if the individual is sincere ... or not.
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