26th January 2021
Between three and four inches of snow fell last night, certainly not enough to warrant starting up Big Bertha, the snow blower. Just as well really because I didn’t have any petrol in it, and I keep forgetting to put the can in the truck when we need to get fuel.
Between you and me I think it was the wrong decision to get it, so maybe it will get sold soon.
We drove to a couple of places to search for things to sell. First Goodwill and another called Ditto on the other side of town. In both there wasn’t much that caught my eye, but Kelli’s expert eye spotted a few things.
I wandered over to the books and CD area, which is my default place of refuge. I found a couple of Max DuPree’s books that I thought might make a bit of money, and as they were only one dollar each they were a bargain. I certainly paid a lot more on Amazon when I bought them in the UK.
To kill more time I sat by the piles of CD’s and made a separate stack of artists that I had heard of. This was a very small compared with the masses of God music performed by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. Even by my standards the selection I had compiled was dull and not worth purchasing.
We stopped off on the way back for sushi that we both devoured as soon as we got home.
Now fully refreshed I set about rebuilding the entertainment centre.
The day started traumatically with a haircut, one of Kelli’s specials. The shears came out the battery trimmer was ready. The cut hair was building up on the floor. I didn’t want much off the top, but she found plenty to remove. Finally she tackled the fuzz on my neck. It was like a carpet, the trimmer was having a hard time, I could hear the power draining away causing me to clinch awaiting the cutters grabbing at the hair, a sure sign the the batteries are dead.
Eventually it was done, hair had transferred from my head to the floor, and I would be cursed with my hair looking like a pineapple every morning.
Another Lifetime to go 