The Clock
It is just about three in the afternoon and I have decided I am off of the clock for this Friday.
I do so enjoy my retail therapy which happens to be the Super Fair grocery store. I need to check-in with Dee at the deli. She lost her husband earlier in the year and we hug it out. She and are I are the same age. Brad in the meat department always has a smile. Brad is married to Dennis’ neice. Brenda at the checkout is also a caregiver to her husband as he recovers from a serious accident at the Swift food processing plant. Giving her moral support when I see her. James Mitchell is my carry-out fellow. When Dennis drives me to the grocery store, he knows it’s the vehicle with the ole cowboy behind the wheel, whether it is the little red pickup or our car. Dennis and James enjoy visiting with each other. James and his wife moved here to be close to their daughter and grandchildren. His Hispanic background has not hindered him from mixing into the community nor with the fellow workers in the grocery store.
Our refrigerator and freezer is well stocked as I calibrated what would be needed for a week’s worth of suppers, plus a variety of freezer meals.
Our backdoor screen door is sporting shiny clean windows as well as a wiped down wood door. Our 100 year plus home has a few air leaks around the backdoor that the horrific winds of this season can whistle its while and deposit some dust on the wood panel door that works with a skeleton key for security.
The late afternoon is cloudy with temps that definitely make for a fall feeling.
We have leftovers for supper allowing me to have that “off the clock” status.
With that I will take my leave. ♥