You Probably Won't Believe This

I had a good day! Yes, it's true. I wish I would have warned you to sit down first. Hope the shock didn't cause anyone to faint, breaking a tailbone or cracking a skull!

First, let me mention a scene from Tuesday. I had gotten the mail out of EmBee, and was walking back across the blacktop road to T-Hoe, before driving to town. Way up the gravel road, around the bend, peeking out from the trees, was Copper Jack. At least it looked like Copper Jack. I didn't have my glasses on. I squinted. It was his size and color. Four legs. As I stared, he backed up into the trees so I couldn't see him. Huh.

That dog doesn't really like me. Won't let me pet him, but lets every stranger who stops by run a hand over his head. WHY would he be following me down to the mailboxes? Farmer H had left for town. I don't know if maybe the dogs ran after his truck, and then heard T-Hoe and followed me. I didn't see Jack or Juno. It was going on 5:00, late for a trip to town, but we had just returned from the casino. Maybe the timing had the dogs confused. I continued, and didn't think any more about it. Until Wednesday.

I left for town at the regular time, shortly before noon. Going down the first hill, where Farmer H and Buddy poured the lumpy blacktop, I saw TWO LITTLE DEER walk across the road in front of me. Must have been twins. The same size. They'd lost their spots, but they were not even half grown. They were the size of Copper Jack! And the same color. Much thinner legs, and longer neck. But I do believe maybe it was one of those little deer that I saw down by the mailboxes on Tuesday.

Anyhoo... I got to town, and was thrilled to see that the road construction at the intersection by Dairy Queen hasn't caused a detour yet. That will cut into my Country Mart route, and thus my scratcher machines there, plus Farmer H's weekly ice cream supply.

I went in The Gas Station Chicken Store, thrilled that the Diet Coke spigot got its shipment after being without since last Thursday. Not only that, the Man Owner was working the register, and he said, "Your soda is on the house. You don't have to pay, because I messed up again." I of course declared that I'd pay, I had the correct change in my hand, but he insisted. He's a class act. One of these days, he's going to learn how to do his job. He's only been at it about 30 years.

Standing in Country Mart at the lottery machine, an old man came up and started chatting about which tickets he likes, and told a story about a guy he knew who worked at a gas station, and got caught scamming tickets! He'd tear them apart to put in his case, look up the numbers. When he got one that didn't say NOT A WINNER, he'd buy it. I don't know what kind of scanner they used to have back then, but these days you have to scrape off a part to get the bar code or those numbers. I guess maybe it used to be the honor system with the retailers. Or maybe he was taking the tickets people asked him to check, and lying about it not being a winner, and taking them. That would make more sense. You couldn't scan them on your own back then. Anyhoo... that was a nice old man, and I actually enjoyed talking to him.

Farmer H spent the morning and half the afternoon at his Storage Unit Store, straightening up. He said I should come by and take a look at it (admire his straightening), but I was able to resist that urge.

All dogs were present at the Mansion, and greeted me at the garage. They were rewarded with a slice of Nutty Oat Bread each.

Yes. I had a really good day. Can't complain.

Boring, isn't it?