Mary suggested that I do my 3 miles indoors today since it was hot and muggy out. Nuh-uh, winter is long enough. It was indeed hot and muggy but there was a brisk south wind.
By the time I returned, I was sweating profusely and draggin' a bit. My tee shirt was soaked. I haven't sweated like that since Army days. Sweat in my eyes behind my shades. But I was ready to go again after a 5-minute rest and half a pint of iced tea. Dr. B has my meds so the idle jet on my cardiac carburetor is set at just barely ticking over with BP at 100 over 65 or so, but he keeps saying "you can do more, you have no limits, keep pushing the envelope." Eeeyahhh. I need a freakin' drill instructor at age 68 in my golden years?
Mary wiped me down once I stopped sweating, about 10 minutes after return. She asked if I wanted a wipedown just because I craved the attention. I said "wull yah!" She said, "I like that about you."
Then we went to the Toyota dealer to get the recall done on her Corolla. That and an oil change would take 90 minutes or so. Geez, I'd expected more like 30 minutes. I'd brought a book, but still. Hey, we need a new rope for the flagpole and there's a Wal-Mawrt within walking distance so out the door I went. I walked another 45 minutes, fartin' around in Wal-Mart and Cub (grocery) and back and forth. Wal-Mart once again has ammo in stock. 100 rounds of 9mmp that used to be about $18 is now about $23, but they do have it. They also had .40S&W, didn't check price. Didn't see any .380 or .45ACP but I didn't really look that hard. Just curious.
I didn't like the rope they had. "Synthetic" clothesline. Synthetic could mean anything, recycled Chinamen for all I know. I want nylon. The wind bangs that rope against the pole a lot, and if it breaks and falls out of the top pulley I've no idea how the hell I'd get a new one threaded. I'm not about to shinny up that flagpole and I don't know anyone with a ladder that tall. I want good rope. Line to y'all sailors.
I noted that Cub had a book by an author I like, new release in paperback, but Wally's usually has better prices. But Wally's didn't have the book so I stopped back at Cub with the lovely stiff-nipples air conditioning suggesting that the whole damned store is the frozen foods dept. Grabbed the book, went to check out.
A scan didn't work. The publisher's printed price was $9.99 and the stick-on tag said the same, but the barcode wasn't working. The cashier, an attractive cocoa-colored woman with dreadlocks, tried entering it manually. No luck. I suggested that when a scan doesn't work the price is $7.54. She laughed, said she'd go check and went to the book dept which wasn't far. Came back with no news, fancy that. She tried to call someone. That didn't work either. She looked at me as I stood there patiently grinning at her. She dug out some sorta pink electronic gizmo and pushed buttons for a minute, then entered $7.99 on the cash register and that worked. I asked her what the pink gadget was. She gave me a 300-watt grin, said it's a calculator; she'd knocked 20% off publisher's price and it worked. I think she liked me. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.