Maybe a cookie? in A small but passable life.

We left the house yesterday morning at about 10:30am and didn’t return until nearly 2pm.

One of the last stops was a mall. A shopping mall of pretty good size. It was sadly deserted. What stores there were I would call junk shops. Though junk shops pretending to be more. And failing. The main concourse through the mall was covered with buckled, cracked, worn, and dingy old white tile. The whole place had a smell like it’d been closed down, sealed off and filled with bad A/C air. Maybe not true refrigerated air but evaporative swamp cooler air. Mom frequents a store there called Bonworth’s (?). She found four pair of oldster Capri’s (?) for $21. I guess. Her closet is already packed with clothes she never wears.

I found an old Remington portable manual typewriter in a black case. But alas, the price was too high for something I really have no room for or no need of. But damn, punching those old keys and hearing that resounding Smack! on the roller sure felt good and sounded great.

Today I dropped Mom off with her friends and ran more errands.

I thought I was done. Nope. Tomorrow she has an appointment at 1pm with her GP.

It was 107 today. 99 predicted for tomorrow. And 96 for Friday. It is called “cooling off” here.

Lewis & Clark are still struggling upstream. Contact with the “savages”. Holding aloft and waving a flag and holding out “trinkets” and rolling up their sleeves to show that they are “white” men. Fucking dumbasses. The natives should have whacked all of them.

Anyway, it is time for ice cream. And maybe a cookie?