I’m a bit cranky today. Charlie wants to go out every few minutes and Ivy constantly begs me to move furniture to find her toys.
I feel like a Jack-in-the-box. Up and down. Down and up.
I moved the darned washer. Toy was not there. She leads me into her closet and I move a shelf and a file cabinet. Toy not there. Maybe it’s a game with her.
A few minutes ago I moved the rolling fireplace and when I scooted it back against the wall I smashed Ivy. I thought she had the sense to move, but I guess not.
But the real reason I’m cranky is because I know in the next few days I’m probably going to have to walk into the chaotic noisy building that is the social security office in Tulsa.
I’ve been there once and that was enough. I wrote about it here.
It’s right up there with my three most hated places to go. And at the moment I can’t even come up with two other places.
The other time I got lost. Heavens how I manage to get lost.
No matter how much I plan, either roads in this city are closed or being worked on or have two street names for one street. I did fine in Texas, so I know I’m not completely stupid.
Oh my, I’ve thought of one more hideous place I hate to go to put up there on the mantel of places I most hate to go. Walmart. More accurately Hellmart. I can’t bear that super Walmart place. I will occasionally go into one of the small markets.
Why have there been so many shootings in or around Walmart stores? Does anyone have a theory?
Okay, no one likes a cranky old fool so I’ll give you something that was fun to read. An article one of you wonderful readers sent me a link to this morning about Vera. Here it is.
Last night’s episode was about the girl who was found in rubble in I believe Iran when she was a child and adopted by the surgeon who helped save her life. And then she and her adopted sister are kidnapped and their father killed.
Vera and Joe are perplexed because the footprints leading away from the scene of the murder show one size 7 shoe and one size 9 shoe.
Joe remarks that maybe it’s actually two men.
Vera tells him that two one-legged men can’t have got off far.
That’s Vera humor and I just adore it. Good old fashioned humor makes me less cranky.