Private property

Yesterday we went to Sam's Club.  I was able to find most of what I wanted, bought it, and met Chuck.  Unlike Jack, Chuck always comes early. 

But Jack is working 60 hours a week, plus additional overtime.  We're lucky we get him at all.  I had Chuck wait until 8, when the cart attendant usually comes in, but no one did. 

That was not fun, putting the snacks in the truck.  I found an employee and asked him to help, and he did.  He did the hard work of putting up the soda.  He wouldn't take a tip. 

We went to work.  Ron got in the truck bed and helped push the items to the tailgate.  It may have angered his back, it is acting up today. 

I got everything loaded onto the carts and into the building.  We stocked, but we didn't have a lot of time.  I didn't get a chance to do the pastry. 

One of Ron's supervisors showed up.  She did our quarterly review (we got 100%), and talked about a few things.  She wanted me to take some stickers and put them on a item we have at home.  I told her I would do that.  And I did. 

Then we went home. 

I had hoped to take a nap, I was pretty exhausted, but #6 had hired someone to build a double-wide gate for his backyard, right outside my bedroom.  Unlike the last bunch of "fence guys", he was quiet, there was only one man instead of a large gathering, and he didn't play a radio or talk loudly, like the other guys did. 

But I still couldn't sleep. 

I suppose he is doing this in case we flood again, he can put the cars in the backyard.  Let's just hope he doesn't hit my house when he's doing that.  I hope the doors open outward and not inward, I am worried they will scrape up my siding.  I guess I will find out during their next party. 

At least this man didn't park in front of my house, like all of #6's other service providers.  We left and went to Denny's. 

Paratransit wasn't going to give us long enough at the restaurant, so Ron decided to cancel our ride home and hire a cab instead.  I didn't have a problem with that. 

We had a good meal, Ron ate an omelette with no sides.  He enjoyed it.  Good, he needs the protein.  I built a meal a la carte and had a good one. 

Finished, we called for a cab, right as the skies opened up.  It rained, very hard, for probably 45 minutes while Ron frantically called one cab after another.  They were either away, busy with another client, or unavailable.  Ron called Yellow, then called Yellow again when our first trip "disappeared".  We finally got a ride. 

The driver didn't help me with the wheelchair, but it was still raining.  I folded it up and put it in the trunk, after Ron got in the cab. 

We went home.  It was now after 7.  Biscuit was "starving".  I fed them and went to bed. 

This morning, I woke up pretty early.  I ate, took my pills, did my God Time (the Bible reading portion), took my shower, shaved my legs, etc.  Ron woke up and we went to work. 

We saw incredibly long lines at the mall.  Everyone is lining up for something.  I don't know what, and I don't need it, whatever it is.  I sure don't need that 6 hour wait in line for it, whatever it is.  But I would love to get over there and do some evangelism.  However, it's private property.  I am pretty limited.  I can go, but if they tell me to leave I have to do it. 

One of my customers yelled at me, saying my machines were "always empty".  I told her, "When someone says 'empty', generally they are thinking about one item." She told me she was upset we hadn't been stocking the pastry.  I told her I had just stocked it and invited her to look.  She said something (I believe) comparing us to the other vendors and left. 

Other than that, it was a pretty uneventful day.  The machines were basically full from my stock yesterday so I didn't need to do much (aside from pastry).  I pulled the "bad codes" out of the food machine and ate one. 

We receive sandwiches with a set "expiration" date, from the company.  They send us a variety of sandwiches.  We have to "get rid" of the sandwiches after the expiration date, which is always on a Friday.  So I ate an Egg Salad, and brought home a couple for Ron. 

Fast or no, if Ron has good food around he will eat it when he's drunk enough.  So I brought home an "expired" chicken salad, and a hot dog.  Ron wanted the hot dog, and I gave the chicken salad to the driver, who was happy to get it. 

We hadn't seen the driver in a while.  He is very ambitious.  He is very money driven.  I wouldn't date him but his commitment is interesting to watch.  He was very interested in that handout over at the mall.  He thinks an agency is handing out $500 debit cards, and he wants one. 

We got home.  I ate some peanut butter (cue: headache) and took my medication.  I took a nap for a couple of hours. 

Ron ate some popcorn.  He won't eat protein, because he is fasting, but he will "waste" 40 carb grams on a bag of popcorn. 

We now have 2 days off.  In a row.  It will be nice but I am wondering what to do regarding evangelism over at the mall. 

I am also pretty hideously depressed and that just makes everything a lot harder. 

Biscuit is stalking me for dinner.  I will feed him in 50 minutes.  He keeps putting his front end in my lap and meowing. I am teasing him, pulling back his lip to look at his tooth, stuff like that, playing with the fat belly, but he persists. 

He keeps meowing and rubbing against the container of dry food.  If I was heartless, I would cut out the dry food entirely and he would probably finish losing his weight.  But, as it is, dry food is his big evening treat. 

So I'll keep feeding it.