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journal - 2005-1115 - tue 2100

Back to the Media Unit

It's raining this evening. It's actually more along the lines of a minor thunderstorm. Thunder, lightening and pouring rain. The rain is backlit by the streetlights and drapes across the pine trees like a silver curtain.


This afternoon, I wrestled the media unit back into the car for a return to WalMart. Once there, I had to thrust it into a shopping cart and push the buggy into the store. The return was finished in a few minutes.

I went back to the furniture section and selected the one I really wanted yesterday. But I was making an attempt at frugality. This piece looks much nicer and is far less obtrustive than the first unit.

Although this unit was not as long at the other, it was heavier. So again I had to go through the onerous task of getting it to the car, into the car, then unloading it once home. Something that was unexpected was the strong smell. Of course, it is made out of wood products, so it does have a woodsy odor.

Before I headed off to WalMart, I stopped by the drive-through ATM at the bank. By chance, I noticed that all the keys had text and braile symbols. Braile on a drive-through ATM? How curious. I'm guessing it's a standard requirement of some kind. Still odd, though.

PAX!

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