Thursdays

Thursdays are my go and get stuff days. That means, I take a shopping list and go and get the stuff on the list - nothing else, just the stuff on the list. Since moving to East Texas, I have noticed that more often than not, it rains on Thursday. And, it rains at precisely the time I have a shopping cart full and try to get back to my truck - everybody drives a pickup truck. After having been caught a few times with and without an umbrella, I developed a plan. I always have a plan.

Today, I searched out my umbrella that is about the size of a small house. I watched carefully and found a parking space less than 100 feet from the exit door at WallyMart. The rain hadn’t begun when I went inside. "Ha," I said to myself proudly as I was prepared. The thunder rolled and I could hear the rain on the metal roof of the building, as I went about my mission of gathering provisions. After getting all the items, including a bag of candy from the bicycle isle, and finding a register open, I was ready to face the monsoon. Guess what? It wasn’t raining when I went outside.

I returned to the lean-to and unloaded all the stuff. My usual schedule is to then go to the grocery. But that didn’t happen. My financial controller has dedicated her life to finding things I need to do "first."

Finally accomplishing that interruption, I headed out for the grocery. Then came the rain. It rained so hard it was impossible to see the road clearly. Traffic slowed. I finally got there, but it was raining so hard I did not want to get out, but a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. I grabbed my big umbrella and opened the door, poked the umbrella outside, but did not notice how hard the wind was blowing. Almost drowned.

I would change to Wednesdays, but that’s my day off.

PMO
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