Back down to the foot of the hill, get back in line at the checkout, shoving the bucket ahead of me on the floor (ick, weevils), and when it got to be my turn, I hoisted the bucket onto the counter--"Hi, uh--I was just in here, and I bought this, and when I got home and opened it, it was full of weevils."
"WHAT!?"
"Yes, ma'am--see?"
I popped the lid off and the woman--a hearty, stumpy, strapping, leathery thing visibly blanched, despite her tanning bed tan. She looked at the critters for a moment and said tersely, pleadingly, "Please put the lid back on." I think she was given something that will return to her in her nightmares. Heh. I know they were in one of mine.
Anyway, she let me go look for another bucket, and told me to be sure and open it first. The one that had been there before was gone (I wonder if it had weevils in it), so I just got a bag. Paid, then went back to see if they had some loppers. That wisteria vine was going to have to go, and there were several other hedges and unidentifiable trash plants coming up, and for some reason, I have never had a good set of loppers (other than the pole lopper I nearly severed my thumb with). They had several, but they were somewhat pricey, so I figured I'd swing by Kmart on the way to get gas and see what they had.
Off then, stopped at the gas station and got a car wash, eventually, after having to get out and go in and get a car wash code. Finish that, got out to screw the antenna back on and hmm. The grimy wheels were less grimy, but only in spots. The rest was a swirly mess of black brake dust and goo. ::sigh:: I would have been better not to have done anything. Maybe when I get home I can clean them.
On up the hill to Kmart, where I saw that a group of young women in shorts and halter tops were having a free car wash. I very nearly decide to let them clean the wheels, but figure it would be more entertainment than I am allowed, so I just went on to Kmart.
[Interruption here for staff meeting--I KNEW it was going to happen in the middle of this!]
Wandered around, found an absolutely precious lopper/hand pruner gift set by Martha Stewart, vaguely remembered I was supposed to be looking for something else, wandered around some more, remembered I was supposed to be looking for a trellis for the running rose bush in the planter, didn't find one, then checked out. On to Sam's for gas, then back down the hill to Dairy Queen for an ice cream cake. Waited forever for them to decorate it and then to pay for it, then got it to the van and turned the A/C down to "meat locker" and sped home so it wouldn't be a squishy milk cake.
HOME, freezer, lunch, time to feed the birdies, no weevils, time to mow! Hooray!
NEXT: MOWING!
Posted by Terry Oglesby at May 16, 2005 10:20 AMHave we heard the story of the “almost severed thumb?” I do so love your tales of digital mayhem.
Posted by: jim at May 16, 2005 11:19 AMI have a major problem w/wisteria vines in my backyard. Lopping them off doesn't help because they grow back. Maybe brush killer would work?
Posted by: sugarmama at May 16, 2005 11:24 AMIsn’t wisteria just the brand name for flavored kudzu?
Posted by: jim at May 16, 2005 11:38 AMI think you probably have heard it in the long ago past, Jim, but it probably bears repeating in a little bit.
And yes, Sugarmama--brush killer will work, eventually, but until you get it completely killed you have to keep cutting it. I think there's some stuff called Brush Be Gone or some such that will do the trick.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at May 16, 2005 01:21 PMIs the story as entertaining as last year’s episode of “BLOOD & BISCUITS”?
Posted by: jim at May 16, 2005 01:43 PM