As I pushed my cart around Wal-Mart, it seemed as if people were looking at me oddly; usually, I don’t notice such things. They all looked sour and totally unapproving. As I was passing the aisle where the restrooms are, I thought, “Oh, why not?” and went inside. As I walked to the sinks to wash my hands, I looked in the mirror.

WHOA!

My Dorfman Pacific hat (outdoor design – crushable with mesh in the crown) was sitting half way down my head with the brim going straight out around my head. My hair had responded by flaring out and drawing attention to my mouth which is on the large size. I actually uttered “Oh!” and stepped back from the mirror. I reminded myself of some traditionally crazy little old lady.

I suppose I should be glad no one had a camera and I will not see my picture on People of Wal-Mart. Heck, I should have taken my own picture – maybe it would have gone viral and wound up on T-shirts. Now, would that be public domain or would I get royalties?

Actually, this was written and published yesterday; it just didn’t “take”

I am phone now in LaGrange County pretty much for the purpose of being here. I can’t mow because it is raining on and off today, but that’s okay. The grass will be mowed sometime.

The mosquitoes are going to be bad this year; we’ve had other years like that. I drove the oil-burning Volvo up here because of the window on the Buick, dontchaknow. Unfortunately, the guy is coming to fix that tomorrow afternoon so we will have to be back by then. Actually, I don’t really mean unfortunately; I’m just thinking that the timing could have been better, but it’s better than a sharp stick in the tire.

It’s really Cameron’s Volvo and this little week of Grandma in driver’s may spur him on to get his license. We had it out on I-69 this morning and I think the engine appreciated it. Cameron May have been more worried–like maybe the engine might go KABOOM. Well, that’s why I got this sturdy old Volvo body for him.

It is becoming very dark in the west and that grass is just going to be encouraged to grow more. I’m not arguing with Mother Nature; I am just glad for the metal roof over my head.

Ack. It is getting very dark and ominous here . . . And it is RAINING. Gosh darn, that grass is lush.