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 |   Norma's Wanderings around a small section of Montana |
This morning on the porch it is 45 degrees. Really. I checked. Hubby left early for a prayer breakfast at church. His parting words were 'Don't turn on the heat.' How did he know that was in the back of my mind?  Hard to believe it is that cool for August. Feels like fall. But the light angle has changed. It always does about this date in August. Last night up the street some kind of altercation took place. I was on my porch swing, relaxing, reading, and suddenly I heard some kind of commotion. I sit up and see some guy beating the back window of a black jeep that was in the street. The black jeep then tore up the street in front of me, a woman driving, with no back window. Hmmmm..... I still wonder what that was all about. I waited for police to show up. The black jeep came back a little later then left again. It hasn't been back since. I don't think I would go back to someone who could beat up my car. ANYWAY, later I thought, I wonder if there is glass in the street. So I walked down there, and sure enough, broken glass all over the street. So I walk back home and report to hubby. Of course he is upset, 'Don't get involved, don't go over there, don't, don't, don't....' Now today I just got back from a walk. I saw a sheriff go by, and flag them down. I tell them about the glass in the street, it's still there, the person still has not cleaned it up. So we'll see if it gets swept up. Drama. I walked down to a flea market that is held every Saturday. My friend that brings us eggs  weekly has a booth there where she sells fresh vegetables. Most everyone is doing a memorial to a woman who died last week that used to work in a restaurant in town. I think I mentioned that I do not have fond memories of this person, while most all the booths at the flea market had wonderful posters in her honor. Whatever. I actually felt sorry for her, she was treated like a slave, in my opinion, by the owners of the restaurant. She worked from 6 AM to 10 PM, 7 days a week. Never took a day off. She was the manager. But then, if you let people use you, you deserve what you get. Hubby is resting after a trying morning. He came home and said he cracked a filling. At breakfast. Eating bacon. ???? How does one do that? I feel badly for him, now back to the dentist come Monday. Pablum and applesauce for two days, my man. Everyone enjoy these last summer days! I just hope the sun  warms things up a bit! |
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