More tidbits.......

I went to the PT-gym alone, but only because there was a thunderstorm going on outside. I don’t want to leave the Killian dog alone at home in a thunderstorm; since he’d be scared to death. The bluster-boy can condemn his rabbits to death out along the fence, but I ain’t allowin’ that dog to be scared to death. He probably was left outside in a thunderstorm, so he hides when it starts a-thunderin’.

Story-time at the dreaded PT-gym:
I was advised that the receptionist they love and hate (because she is such a wonderful receptionist, yet a dimbulb when it comes to technology), had a birthday today (Wednesday, October 11). So I faced her in the office and said “Story-time. I had a kid-brother who was mentally-retarded: he had Down Syndrome. This is how he sang it — this is how our whole famblee sings it since him: ‘Agga-Burryay you-you; Agga-Burryay you-you. Agga-Burryay dear Linda (her name is Linda); Agga-Burryay YOU-YOU.’”
Needless-to-say, she was thrilled. I do this, despite being a reprehensible sinner.

After the PT-gym, I had to do three errands; Weggers, the funky-food store, and a bank-deposit. I have to do a hair-appointment tomorrow; and had planned on making out a check (I have before). Being at a bank meant I could get the money to pay the hairman cash; what I usually do.
I could have split the deposit, with a return of the cash; but didn’t think of that until I was at the bank.
Yet I could access their ATM-machine — a separate move.
So I drove to their ATM, followed by a silver S10 Blazer.
Uh-oh..... INTIMIDATOR ALERT! Not work the ATM fast enough and Blazer-guy blows his horn and gives you the finger. (The pressure is on — like being followed by Jack in the rumpeta-rumpeta!)
After downing the wrong power-windows (cue Bluster-King), I inserted my card in the ATM, although it has to be done just so, lest the machine spit it back out (driving Intimidator up the wall). I was well past the insert-slot, since I don’t use the ATM often, and had lined up next to the monitor — which displays in lucid color; thank ya Gates.
So I had to reach for the slot (Intimidator was fuming).
Then I apparently hit the “fast-$50” button; although I wanted to do $60.
Oh well, no matter; I’m sure I’ll end up with over $60 in my wallet.
I just laid everything on the center-console — cash/card/receipt — so I could get out of the way of the Intimidator; I was blocking his access onto the main drag. He was done before I could get out — boom-zoom.

No doubt Straight will soon be posting his annual apple-picking pictures, where he carries on the hallowed famblee tradition of picking winesaps at some apple-farm.
I haven’t had to make apple-runs this year. An apple-run was an hour trip to the other side of Rochester to patronize Sodoma Farms (“Sa-DOME-ah”); which I went to because their apples were pretty good.
An apple-run was a drag, and it got so their apples were no longer crisp — snappy.
But a nearby farmstand has taken to selling apples; and their’s are pretty good. Years ago, because I hated apple-runs, I tried a local apple-farm, but they weren’t very good, and over-priced.
We also tried another place east of Canandaigua but their’s were soft.
Whatever; I no longer have to make apple-runs. The nearby farmstand’s are good enough. (The farmstand is next to the West Bloomfield post-office.)