The tornado warning is the top excitement today. Wallace and I went to the flea market to discover that it was being shut down due to the weather threat. Nothing happened but these threat people need to keep the upper hand over such matters. They only closed the market, not the casino, where you can see Wallace pointing at one of the exterior displays, “It sez here…”.
We went to the dollar store and around the area, whence we finally decided that he needs his own transportation. This entailed a ride all the way out to 441 (State Road 7 on your map) to rent him a Chevy for a week. My offer to register the Taurus for less than half the price was rejected., so he’ll have to go by the book. We shopped for an hour and got him a reasonable deal.There was a storm in the area since everything in the sky was acing up. Wallace insisted I drive, so I instantly went up to that tiny club on Dixie south of Sheridan. I had a twenty minute convo with Garfield, the guy whose guitar was in the pawn shop. Hey, if he will play what I need, his chances are better than most of the others.
I never sat so much on the patio as when Wallace arrived. True, we meet a lot more of the local divorcees walking past who are in a talkative mood. Also true, they are not normally the type I would bother with on my own. I half talked Wallace into strumming a few chords on the guitar and we got to playing two or three tunes. He is convinced he cannot do it. We shall see.
This Chevy [Cavalier] is a small car. I’m not impressed by the digital odometer. Yep, this is the first time I’ve ever seen one. God, I must be out of it, right. Either that or digital means it can be hacked. The car is one of those totally skinned nothings where every molecule of empirical strength has been shaved off. The feel is kiddy-car. We had to arrange this transportation so that Wallace would have his independence to get around. With the Chevy, we may even make the Everglades within the week. He has never seen an alligator.
But he has seen the effects of hurricanes, such as the store sign blowing down a few years ago. Like the “Friendly Inn”, where the sign sits out in the back alley until somebody gets the money to hang it back up. Notice Wallace pondering this will not happen too soon if at all. Why, back home, they would just be forced by the inspector to borrow the money for a new sign and pass the cost on to the clientele. Thereby keeping standards high and to hell people. People can always go get a better job if they really, really want one. Don’t you see?On the philosophical side, Wallace and I have come up with another theory, or if not that, then a bad joke. Question: Why do lawyers charge $200 per hour? Answer: Because that is how much it costs them to get a date. At least he’s still cheerful, he developed a toothache the third day he was here. Myself, I managed to really scrape my elbow. Goes to show you what happens when you get a little too abstract for this part of the woods. You bump into things.
Pudding. That cat drinks a lot of water. I blame that dry cat food, yet she actually prefers it (dry food). The Humane Society was supposed to call by now. For her operation. They must be busy and so will I be this next week. I put a flea collar on her. I can’t wait for the okay on that one or I’ll get baby fleas in my carpet. (A couple of people said to find out what the spots were on the cat’s neck before placing the chemical collar.) Don’t worry, I am watching her very closely for any sign of adverse reaction.
No tornado but the weather sure got nice for this time of year.
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