Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday; Buffets; Prints of flowers at the buffet restaurant; Father and son affection at the buffet restaurant; Walking Trail; Today's shopping at WalMart; A Holo at CVS?; Yard cleaning

Wednesday, I stayed home and never left the premises, as I also did Friday. Saves money on lunch and petrol. This is confining, but the alternative is destitution.

Thursday and today, I had lunch at the buffet restaurant. This is my main place to go because the food is decent and inexpensive. A regular restaurant would prove too costly. Mexican buffets are out, because I'm not overly fond of the food. Chinese buffets are out, because the portions of the food have obviously been warmed over and over.

The buffet restaurant always gives me a chance to admire the two watercolor prints by the bathrooms.

One contains a tall vase holding stalk-like plants with small light and dark blue flowers. Delphiniums? Bellflowers? Hesperis? Cusick's Speedwell? I did a google for images of tall flowers and then concentrated on the blues, then in a separate tab, did another google image search for the any of the blues.

The other print is much wider and contains a mix of irises, cane and broad but the colors are pink, mauve and green.

Actually, my favorite is on the north wall, in the smoking section, so I seldom sit there. But it too has a tall vase with a mix of red. orange, blue, pink, etc flowers. Each appears to be a different genius.

I don't think I've ever seen anyone else even glance at the prints. Sad. Because the are most attractive.

I was seated at the back against the windows, which is where I regularly try to get for the extra light so I can read without squinting. It's very difficult to read in some sections.

In front of me was a family with an approximately ten-year-old son and mother with their backs to me, and the father on the other side facing me.

The mother moved off to the buffet, and the son moved next to his father and said he was cold. The father gave him a hug, and the boy moved under his father's arm. It was such an affectionate gesture that I blurted out, "What a great father you must be." He looked slightly puzzled, and I added, "for the wonderful affectionate you've shown your son." I don't know if he totally understood me, but he did say "thank you."

Then, of course, I felt sorta silly and wondered if I should just mind my own business. But my intentions were sincere, and I hope that's how they were perceived.

I'm always acutely aware of such signs of affection, because I can not imagine trying to do that with my father at that age. One, I was too scared of him. Two, he most likely would flown into a tantrum of some kind.

Thursday after lunch I took a brief walk in the small park behind the old library. One advantage there is that I can always see my car. At the other trail that meanders for half-a-mile, you almost immediately loose site of your car.

Having endured a sinus problem for the last several week, I approached this with a certain amount of trepidation. But it did not seem to be a bother.

Today I had to make one of my pilgrimages to the great cathedral of commerce - WalMart

Last night, I decided the best way to keep Tiger, Tiger from spraying the ceramic tray filled with litter for burning incense was to try a much taller object.

I first looked at some fairly tall baskets, but they didn't quite have the height I wanted. Plus I was a little concerned about inflammability. But around the corner, I found a 12-inch high tin container that I assume is intended for large sprays of flowers. And it was only about $4.

I also thought of other uses. It might be a sand bucket from a 19th century fire truck. Or a wine cooler. Or a container for making gargantuan milk shakes

As I moved through the story, I looked at other possibly suitable objects such as planters, but they were far more expensive.

I also wanted to see if I could find a venetian blind similar to the one I got for the bath for use in the side bedroom window. The curtains in the bath were nothing compared to the ones in the bedroom. They are ancient. And everytime, I open or close them, I can smell the dust.

Amazingly enough, they had a size that will fit exactly between the sills. This time, maybe I'll not have as much trouble installing them.

My next destination was CVS for a prescription of GE Budeprion (Wellbutrin XL) - XL 300 mg. As I was leaving,I saw one of the young clerks coming into to work. I'm fairly certain he's family. I've eyed him from time to time in my best surreptitious manner. He's not overly tall and wears his hair combened to the front and cut straight across slighly above his eyes. (Neo-reto Beatles look?) And I find him attractive in a low-key kind of way.

As I approached, I said, "This is the first time I've ever seen you on this side of the counter." He responded with a nice healthy laugh and a warm smile. I replied, "I was beginning to think you were only a virtual image like on Star Trek." I think he caught the connection immediately.

On "Star Trek: Voyager," the doctor was a holographic image that could only appear in sick bay. Later, they did give him a device that allowed him to move around the ship.

Since Wednesday, I've been doing small amounts of cleaning and clearing in the back yard. I'm trying to avoid getting over tired because that always seems to trigger some type of respiratory problem. Progress is slow but steady.

PAX! Erin Go Braugh!