Friday, July 28, 2017

Busy Saturday

I woke up at 7:30 a.m. on Saturday. I ate more toast (this time with Smucker's jam) and my pills for breakfast.

Sidebar: I would have just bought some of those Tennessee Pride biscuits (which I love), but now that I am unemployed, THEY ARE EXPENSIVE.

Sidebar: What was I thinking all these years?

So, when I put them back in the freezer at Kroger's, I decided next time I go shopping, I'll buy a roll of pork sausage and, using the ingredients I have at home, make my own biscuits. It's not like I don't have the time...

I watched the weather report and, yes, like they forecasted, there were heavy storms. But they were above I-696 and below I-94. Dammit!!! They missed my lawn again.

So, I did a load of laundry and waited for Amanda's call. We had agreed on Friday that, weather permitting, we would do something on a lake Saturday morning (either fishing or swimming). But when she called, she said it was raining in Dearborn (where she and Scott live).

We reviewed options (bearing in mind I had to be home by 2:00 p.m. for Yanessa's party). We finally settled on something called Hosanna Palooza, 2017. It was supposed to be an arts and craft display at a local Redford church, on grass (thank God), with live music and 60 vendors. She picked me up around 11:00 a.m. and we headed out.

It was less than 10 minutes away. It was sprinkling on the way there, but still no real rain.

When we got there, yes, there was live music. But it was Christian Rock. Doubt most of you have ever heard it, but it's gets kinda annoying after a few moments. Plus, apparently the rain threat had scared off most of the vendors.  There were like 10. One jewelry tent, and a candle place, an in-chair massage therapist and some hand-made garden tools...

We spent maybe 10 minutes there when I asked her if we could leave. I couldn't take that damn music, anymore.

So, we reviewed other options in the car. I suggested breakfast but then she said, "Archie's!" We high-fived and headed out.

Sidebar: We have had a long term debate about this. French onion soup. I love it, but only eat it alone. The cheese is stringing and gets in my beard. The only person I ever felt comfortable eating it with was Victoria. That's when I knew we were soul mates.

So, I said the best I ever had around here was at Applebee's. She said, "No way, Archie's has the best."

So, we went there. We both ordered the soup and the saganaki (the "opa" fired cheese shit) with pita bread.

I am sure we both looked stupid eating the soup. But neither of us cared and I think I found another soul mate. Or at least someone who doesn't care that I look like a slob.

Sidebar: Never argue with a waitress. That was the best French onion soup I ever tasted.

Then we went to Westland, looking for garage sales. (I think I  told you she is crazy about these) . We found four and one estate sale.

She bought a tin for Christmas cookies, a t-shirt for her son  and some books for him as well. I didn't see anything interesting. I am much more specific. I am looking for silverware. A friend told me the secret to determining what is actual silver (worth money) versus silver plated.

So, I'll let her drag my ass to garage sales (plus she's cute and fun to hang out with.)

We were back home long before 2:00 p.m. We played porch monkeys (her words, not mine) where we sit out front or on the back patio and she smokes a cigarette. Newports, my God! WTF?

A truck pulled in and the guy delivered my HDTV indoor antenna. I am going to dump my cable, Don't use it that much and can't afford it these days.

We made our goodbyes and I took a quick shower. Then I left for Yanessa's birthday party.

I took I-96 to the Southfield and drove ten miles south to the Lincoln Park skating rink. Five minutes before I got there, it started raining like hell. Naturally, I had to park in back and walk to the front. I had to hunch over to protect my present (two books). By the time I got inside, I was soaked and the color had come off the wrapping paper and onto my arm. Everybody commented on my new tattoo, LOL.

It was a much smaller group that Yanessa's past birthday parties (maybe 20 people maximum). The kids skated and the adults visited. About 4:30 p.m., they brought out slices of pizza. After eating, Yanessa opened her presents. They kicked us out at 6:00 p.m. to make room for another party. I made my goodbyes and headed back home.

I took the rest of the night off.

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