Indian Summer

Hello, can you say ‘Indian Summer’? It must have been well over 70F today, and gorgeous as you like. Yesterday was similar, and Booty and I sat out on the lawn together after planting daff-o-dile bulbs (he opted to eat grass instead of pitching in with the planting).

– Not to worry, though; our bad weather is on the way. They had been predicting storms for tomorrow, but it looks like they’re now sticking with ‘partly cloudy’. Good. I don’t want any rain getting in the way of my master plan: cast my ballot for the good guy, then claim my free donut and coffee for having done so. It wouldn’t be America if you didn’t get a corporate prize for taking part in the democratic process.
– Can you even believe how amazing the Honeycrisp apples are right now? I just had one for dessert; they’re that good. Of course, I prefer the little ones I found at the Old Person’s Grocery Store over the whompers they sell in the chain supermarkets, but I’ll take what I can get. So sweet! So crisp! The king of apples.
– The Old Person’s Grocery Store, by the way, is the Thriftway Supermarket in Crystal. I found myself in its locale a number of weeks ago, because there’s a Half-Price Books in the area. Enjoying both thriftiness and supermarkets, I decided to check it out, and I almost laughed out loud when I got inside. My laughter soon turned to concern when I started worrying whether A) the store instantly aged everybody who entered by fifty years or B) the same patrons had been trapped inside for half a century, as nobody can leave once they’ve gone inside, and I’d somehow missed the warning sign taped to the front door. We’ll never know for sure, but I escaped unaged (beyond a few minutes, anyway).
– I’ve discovered that Pandora is really excellent for listening to classical music. I have mixed feelings about using it for rock music — we have differences in opinion as to what’s ‘similar’ to what. But it’s good when you want a bit of piano and some violins. The only problem is that I usually listen to classical music on vinyl, so every time a piece comes to an end, I get this uneasy feeling of needing to get up to flip the record. Technology is confusing.