Cold, too! It was raining here in Redford when I went into work. A cold, damp, chilling rain (I think the high today is only supposed to be 43 degrees F.).
It was still raining when I went to lunch, but I have a mission: I'm out of bird seed. So, I drove to the Feed Store (Five Mile and Middlebelt) and bought 40 pounds of their "Michigan Mix" for $15 buck US.
BTW, there is some confusion about the name of that road. Half the street signs say "Middlebelt," the others "Middle Belt." Who knows?
Anyway, I directed the young lad to load it into the back seat (easier to get out than the trunk) and headed home. I set it in the garage and went in to eat lunch.
At 5:00 PM, the rain had stopped, but the chill was still in the air. Once home, I took off my shoes, and deposited the contents of my pockets into my drawer. In spite of my discomfort, I have a mission to accomplish. I stuck a trash bag in my back pocket, put on my boots, grabbed the 40 pounds of feed and headed out back.
I also stuck a folding knife in my pocket. It was a lock-back "Old Timer" knife I've had for years. I needed something to cut the plastic with.
Actually, I had a number of knives in my drawers. Some are store-bought, one is homemade and one (Jake and Carla's present) hand made. I did buy a shadow box to display them but never got around to it. There are three I really treasure: the one I stabbed my friend B___ with, the one I made from a file and the one Jake and Carla had made for me.
Anyway, I made myself go out into the cold with the bird seed. I kept repeating my mantra: "I do this for my Mother." I refilled the feeder, spread a lot of the seed on the ground (for Mourning Doves) and refilled the two suet cages. Then I was back inside, feeling chilled, but feeling good.
My friend B___ called and we caught each other up on what's been going on. We hung up and I warmed up the last of the pasta for dinner. I watched a little TV but went to bed early.
Wait a minute! You stabbed youur best friend B?
ReplyDeleteWell, blame it on youthful exuberance. I learned a move from a Mexican friend, Armando, when I was working on the truck farm. He was later arrested and convicted of murder regarding a dispute over a young lady, BTW. Fortunately, I had mentioned it to B___ before our altercation. So, when I tricked him with the move, he shoved his hand down and I cut it through. He told the coach he cut it on a locker.
ReplyDeleteAfterward, the rest of the basketball team beat me unconscious and I woke up an hour or so later in the bushes in front of the gym.