Statue-of-Liberty girl

This afternoon (Thursday, May 8, 2008), after running at the so-called elitist country-club (regrettably without the dog), I decided to run a bunch of errands.
—1) the small Honda mower (24-inch; not the dreaded zero-turn) needed an air-filter;
—2) I had a large jug of waste oil to return, and hoped to buy a case of Kendall synthetic 10-30 oil at the same time; and
—3) I needed to return the 70-proof slippery elm to the Funky Food Market.
At first we were going to swap the 70-proof for powder; but now it seems we don’t need it at all.
The dog has not been sick — throwing up or diarrhea — just weak.
The Vet told us this would happen. The CeeNU reduces his blood to almost nothing. She said it takes about a week, so we may not have seen the worst yet. —He may end up needing a transfusion.
If Linda takes him for a walk, he pukes out in no time. If I so much as suggest taking him for a walk, he perks up and has yet to puke out. —Although last night up to the park and back seemed a bit much. He had trouble jumping the steps.
I said to the Vet it seemed like if I was walking him, the adrenalin kicked in.
I’ve always let him lead and pick the route, so to him this is hunting, what he enjoys most.
Let him out and he always looks for the chipmunk. —Tonight he was barking at a bunny-rabbit.
As long as that drive is still there I can’t give up. He’s weak, but he still wants to hunt.

-My first stop was Victor Power Equipment, the place I’ve bought parts for our Honda mower before.
But they seemed closed — I hope they haven’t tanked.
It meant Brodner Power Supply over in Henrietta, the place we bought the mower. Brodner Power Supply is close to the Funky Food Market; i.e. farther away from our house than Victor Power Equipment.
So I bought the air-filter at Brodner.
-Next stop was the Funky Food Market, where I got Jamaican-lady at the service desk.
“I’d like to return this Slippery-Elm,” I said, presenting it with the receipt.
She radioed a manager — they have walkie-talkies.
I started waiting. Minutes passed; it began to add up.
Again she radioed a manager: “Gregg, we got a customer standing here who needs to do a return.”
More minutes passed. Finally, after about 15 minutes, Jamaican-lady all-called managers-in-general. “I got a guy who’s been standing here at least 20 minutes, and no one has appeared to do his return.”
Angie walked out of the Inner Sanctum; the infamous Statue-of-Liberty girl — the cute young girl with the Statue-of-Liberty tattooed on her left arm.
Thankfully she was wearing a dark sweater that fully covered her arm — I don’t think I could have viewed her tattoo without puking.
It’s bad enough she slathers puke-green eye-shadow all over her eyelids. WA-FO? She doesn’t need it. Skinny as a rail, but so what!
“So sorry for the delay,” she said, quoting Indian tech-support. “I need your Visa!”
More waiting — strange things were appearing in her ‘pyooter-screen, a Windoze PC.
“Ain’t technology wonderful?” I said.
Furious mousing, punctuated with occasional profanity.
Finally, after about 10 minutes, our Visa account had been credited. No sign of the Statue-of-Liberty.
-Final stop was the Kendall outlet in Honeoye Falls. But I got there at 5:06 — female office-manager was leaving in her maroon Wagoneer.
The sign-on-the-door said they closed at 5.
I’ll try again tomorry. And if they don’t have exactly what I want, there’s always Advance Auto, which is close to Weggers.

“The so-called elitist country-club” is nearby Boughton (“BOW-tin”) Park. It was called that long ago by an editor at the Canandaigua Daily-Messenger newspaper, where I once worked, because it will only allow taxpayers of the three towns that own it to use it. We are residents of one of those towns.

Our dog is “Killian;” a rescue Irish-Setter. He has lymphatic cancer, and probably won’t survive. —He’s over 10; we don’t know his birthdate.

Our “zero-turn” is our 48-inch Husqvarna riding-mower; “zero-turn” because it’s a special design with separate drives to each drive-wheel, so it can be spun on a dime. “Zero-turns” are becoming the norm, because they cut mowing time in half compared to a lawn-tractor, which has to be set up for each mowing-pass. —“Dreaded” because my macho, loudmouthed brother-from-Boston, the ad-hominem king, who badmouths everything I do or say, noisily claims I don’t have the intellectual wherewith all to drive it; which of course I can, and have successfully for two years.

“The funky food-market” is Lori’s Natural Foods, south of Rochester in Henrietta — a source for salt-free cereal, sauce, etc.

“Henrietta” is a rather effusive and obnoxious suburb south of Rochester.

RE: “70-proof slippery elm......” —Our slippery-elm herb is 35% alcohol, a liquid.

“CeeNU” is an anti-cancer chemo regimen. —Our dog is being treated with chemo.

“Linda” is my wife of 40+ years.

“Up to the park and back” is up to nearby Michael Prouty Park and return, the West Bloomfield town park. Round trip is about three miles.

“Victor Power Equipment” is in the nearby village of Victor.

“Puke-green” is a family description of green coloration, although more greenish-yellow.

“Weggers” is Wegmans, a large supermarket-chain based in Rochester we often buy groceries at. They have a store in Canandaigua, and Advance Auto Parts is nearby.