Ice Age...Don't Leave The Camera

The arrival of sun meant that the ice was slowly..emphasis on slowly..melting. To give it a hand and get it off some of the driveway, Jack and our son Jack(ie) chopped and scraped and pushed and shoveled this mess up off the concrete.
They tried to make a dent in this...that's all ice baby!
I took advantage of the sun and grabbed a book, a chair and soaked up some vitamin D. That is until the wind picked up and forced me inside. But not after I watched and even helped a bit, to get that ice under control.
Thanks for helping the old folks out Jackie.
Remember the Robins from a previous post? I don't think they'll be stopping here for a bath any time soon.
Now, because my life isn't exciting enough, I decided I really needed to go to Wal-Mart tonight. While getting ready to leave I noticed my camera on the table. My son had already accused me of being like the paparazzi. Snapping pics left and right. So I decided to leave it behind. Why would I need it at Wal-Mart? I know many pictures of weirdos shopping there show up on the Internet daily, but I like to really just ignore them shopping in their PJs. By the way, when did that become acceptable dress attire for shopping anyway? Well, never mind that. I get to the store and it's dark inside..no lights in the middle section at all. That does not deter any shopper in that store, including me. I just wished I had taken that camera! I'm a blogger for crying out loud. I lead a very boring life too, so every chance I get to blog about something out of the ordinary, with pics included, is grabbed. I hurry and get my items and I run into my little friend Jan. She's a retired nurse that I used to work with who now works at Wally world. She loves it too! She's been there for many years and wouldn't think of missing a day. She's 80yrs. old and you can always find her stocking shelves, laughing (or maybe flirting?) with the customers and just having a good ol' time. She informed me that the whole store had to be evacuated about an hour before I got there because it smelled like a fire, then the lights went out. See, I miss all the exciting things. But you know what's creepier than shopping in the dark? Or wondering about how many people were actually stuffing their pockets with merchandise in the dark? It's walking out to your car in the dark..no parking lot lights, wondering why you parked in the nether regions of the lot. See, those creepy PJ wearing nut cases look even creepier walking behind you with their slippers on. I hurried and got home to safety, warmth and a fresh apple pie thrown in the oven. Let the weekend begin.