Possumblog

I...

...did not hit a lick at a snake all weekend! And doggone it, I will not feel guilty about it!

So there.

Anyway, Friday evening Miss Reba and I got a few minutes alone together and went out to eat at the Chinese buffet. Odd thing, that place. The guy who seems to be the lead cook and sushi chef (it's sort of a combo Chinese/Japanese place) was having his supper, and despite the row after row of greasy delicacies on display, he was having a sandwich. Something thin, on cheap white bread.

Hmm.

I wonder if he knows something?

ANYway, from there on up the hill to Sam's to buy some chicken salad and some croissants. Reba had agreed to make some little sammiches for a wedding reception on Saturday evening, so she decided to go ahead and get the makings.

That done, then off to pick up the young'uns from the grandparents' house, then home.

"Hey, you know what?"

"What?"

"What I could do, since you wanted to go do your car stuff tomorrow morning, is go ahead and make these up tonight, and you could take them on up to the building. Because we don't have room in the refrigerator."

::sigh::

Well, yes, I did decided late in the day Friday that I was going to just wait about tearing apart the Volvo in the driveway, and I was going to go ahead with my original plan of playing in the boneyard all morning. So, in order to do that without the dread of having to get a couple of trays of sandwiches across the county by a set time, I figured she was probably right--go ahead and take them on over on Friday night. At 10 p.m.

Of course, it couldn't be that simple. She had six more croissants than she had chicken salad to go in them. Meaning that at about 9 p.m., I had to get out and head down to the foot of the hill to Food World to get some chicken salad. Which, thankfully, they had.

After the sandwiches were finished, I was off again with them riding shotgun, along with a pile of vegetables for the vegetable tray that someone else was going to fix. They were good company, and we had a nice conversation on the way to the building. Then again, I might have just been dreaming that.

Got to the building, and oddly enough, someone was pulling into the driveway at the same time as I was. I don't think whoever it was was supposed to be there, because when my headlights caught him, he made a quick turn and exit. I hate being up at our building alone at night--all sorts of creaky sounds inside, and a lot of dark corners outside. And there was a single car out in the darkest side of the parking lot--I got out my flashlight and lit it up from the safety of the building, and it looked empty. Sometimes people will meet at the building and just take one car to where ever it is they're going, but you never know when you might have stumbled upon someone doing something illegal.

Put the stuff away in the refrigerator, locked the door back, got in the car and checked out the mystery vehicle a bit closer. Just an empty car. Well, that's a relief.

ON to home, on to bed, up early Saturday.

NEXT--Saturday is FUN day! Mostly.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at June 12, 2006 08:40 AM