Wednesday?

No, it's only Tuesday. I've lost track of the days, which is not unusual. I've been in Deming since Father's Day, sixteen days and counting. I'll probably head back to Albuquerque after my mother's physical therapy starts and she is okay to drive. The doctor prescribed three weeks of out-patient PT three times a week. That starts next Monday.

Across the way, the white trash neighbors have put one of those blue stand alone pools in their front yard. For the last week or so the pool has been out of commission, collapsed on one side. Normally I'd be sympathetic to their plight, but these are the same idiots who routinely wake me up at 2:00 a.m. because someone is either leaving or returning on one of those loud motorcycles that mouth-breathing types think are safer on the road.  Consequently I consider the collapsed pool to be a kind of karmic payback.

Today's trip to Walmart yielded walnuts for ice cream sundaes, wrapping paper, and a few small gifts to include in Dave's birthday package which, with any luck, will arrive on time.  Today's Kmart trip yielded--what? God, I don't even remember. Oh! More birthday stuff. And of course I had to stop by the one useful grocery store (aside from Walmart), Peppers. My mother requested tacos for dinner, so I bought the fixings for that and a few other things besides.

I hate to say it, but Walmart's produce is superior to Peppers, though I prefer to shop at Peppers for everything else really, including meat products. (I will never trust Walmart's meat department after reading a story about a young woman who will likely never walk again after eating a tainted burger purchased at Sam's Club, the Walmart-owned Costco competitor.  Yeah, I know it can happen anywhere, but it didn't, did it?)

Not to be a buzzkill or anything, right? Here's a cheery face anyway:

What is it? Part of Dave's birthday present!