Hi. My name is
Laurie and I am an Amazonaholic
I'm thinking of
driving back to Idaho, filling my truck full of coolers and selling
them on the corner of S. Tegner in Wickenburg. Who would have thought
you couldn't buy a cooler in this town to save your life. “Two
weeks” was as soon as I could expect to purchase said cooler.
Thirteen days and 23 hours longer than the meat and ice I'd just
bought was going to hold. When I left Idaho at 17° - a cooler wasn't
on my list of essentials. It will be next year.
I spent the day
running errands in town and picking up a few supplies. I met Lynn and
Pete at Anita's in town after church. We discussed our plans to head
to Tombstone after the Kenda clinic in February. We aren't finding
available RV/horse stables anywhere. I got on-line and did a search
for camping spots on BLM around Tombstone. From the looks of it, we
shouldn't have a problem finding a place to dry camp for a couple of
days.
Lynn lent me a
cooler to use until I scrounge one up. I could order one from Amazon
and have it shipped. My order history with Amazon could be considered
a sickness. Cindy admits her addiction and suggests it might be
appropriate for us to check into AA (Amazon Anonymous.) While I deny
any addiction – I am willing to research the topic as soon as the
Amazon book I ordered on “12 steps to recovery” arrives in two
day with FREE SHIPPING!
While Lynn worked
with DJ in the arena, Peter taught me more sign language. I can now
sign for the color “white” and understand that Pete is either a
Laker's fan or he despises them. He also keeps up on current affairs
and if I'm reading his signing correctly – somebody is about to get
a bomb dropped on them. I have not tuned into the news since I left
Idaho. It's like a soap opera. You can stop watching, tune in years
later and catch up in 5 minutes; Trump is bad. Whatever happens, it's
Trump's fault...unless it's something good. More of the circus that
is the impeachment trials and Trump sucks. The end.
I swung by Exxon
Mobil to fill up my truck before hooking it back up to my LQ. Never
do that. Likely the most chaotic gas station in these parts. Maybe I
picked a busy time – but what a circus. Hard to get in, hard to get
out, cars darting here and there. I went in to get my change and the
clerk was “helping” a lady at the counter. I use the word “help”
loosely. A Hispanic lady was obviously having trouble with the credit
card reader on pump six – and I don't speak a lick of Spanish. I
understand the clerk was busy, but he could have found somebody in
that store that understood Spanish. We are in Arizona, after-all. I
felt bad for her. I wished I could speak Spanish. When you look like
I do – dark eyes – dark hair..its assumed you speak Spanish,
Italian, Egyptian, Arabic, Swahili or Comanche. The further along in
the summer it gets..the assumption grows. I don't speak anything but
English and struggle with that. It occurred to me as I watched the
miscommunication – how nice it would be if they both new sign
language. They should teach it in schools all over the world. It's an
easy language to learn and can be learned in a day! If I can learn
it, anybody can. I think it would be a great idea. Unless Trump
thinks it's a good idea. Then it's a bad idea because Trump sucks.
The End.
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