[title type="h5"]Wednesday, November 5, 2014.
Patterns Of Eating.[/title]
I am not expected to show my face at the radio station today, this being a jury duty week for me. But I don't have to show up at the courthouse today, either. Besides, I need to have a leaking tire checked. Bad news. The tire is okay, but the wheel is corroding from the inside. In all my years of car ownership (since 1966), this is the first time I've ever had to replace a wheel. But I can't complain too much. The PT Cruiser is less than a thousand miles away from clicking past 200,000.
After I dispatch the radio show, the Marys are ready for whatever you call a meal taken at around four in the afternoon, when you have no lunch and will have no dinner. It's Wednesday, which brings the image of New Orleans Food & Spirits' panneed chicken with angel hair pasta and two sauces to near the front of my consciousness. So there we go. But this is it for awhile, regardless of its goodness. I'm always telling people to avoid going to the same restaurants all the time, but I have the proclivity myself.
Mary Ann comes with me as we take the dogs for a walk. She declares that we must expand the fenced area, because trying to hold onto these two super-strong animals with leashes is hard on my ankle and both of our backs. Especially when they catch sight of a rabbit running across the field. But what I like about this routine is that MA comes along with me.
I call the courthouse for tomorrow's jury directives. The clerk says that we are dismissed entirely and need not return until two years from now at the soonest. Well, that was easy.
Written by Tom Fitzmorris November 12, 2014 13:01 in
