Hope you get to feeling better. You gotta get those joints greased up and get back to it, goddamnit. Donâ€˜t make me come kick that walker out from under you.
I had to run to the local steel supplier today. More farm supply than steel, and he never has the bulk stuff I need. But when I need just one piece of something, he usually has it so I like to give him business. Besides, A trip there means I get to go interact with one of the many local characters that reside in these parts (of which I am certain that I am likewise labeledâ€¦ everybody is, after all, somebodyâ€™s weirdo). While there, I spied a junked compressor with crankshaft and case still intact and had to fight to keep from snagging it and starting another project. So after having tamped back that urge, steel in hand I then head back to the shop and remember that I needed to stop and get some canned cat food.
I donâ€™t feel up to stopping at the grocery, itâ€™s just too much of an investment for the moment, so instead I decide to stop at the small shop a few miles from my place and get enough to hold things over for a day or so. Like the Farm/Steel place, this is another small business that is equally full of local interest. Not a quaint little boutique shop, really, but more of a raw, no-nonsense kind of place where you can get a gallon of milk, minnows, and a made to order sausage biscuit or hamburger (depending upon the time of day, of course). And whatâ€™s better, here in central Kentucky, this place is run by a Jordanian fellow. Go figure.
But not only is he a small business owner who I like to support, heâ€™s my friend and that makes it so much the better. This is a place where, if he needs something welded or fixed I generally do it and trade for lunch. Sometimes two lunches if it was a big job.
So in I go and canned cat food I grab. The last of the few cans actually, but then turn to put one back out of the thought that someone else might need just that one can and now Iâ€™d be making them run all the way into town because of my pure, capitalistic greed. But then I went back and grabbed it again because Iâ€™d have been at odd numbers and it takes two cans at time to feed all these beasts and sometimes disappointed cat guilt overrides disappointed shopper guilt becauseâ€¦ wellâ€¦ it just does sometimes. That and the cats know where I sleep.
Oh, now I forgot to mention that this place, despite itâ€™s small, rural back-in-time appearance, does not take debit cards at all. Cash or local checks only please. The owner tells me its some sort of â€œwaiting for the right hardwareâ€
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