La De Da De De, La Di Da Di Da

Sonny Bono. This is not life sized.  He stood 5'5", pretty sure this statue was 6'.

 And The Beat Goes On

Jenny came home from Priest Lake today.  I was in a meeting, on the sectional.  She and her sister went through packed and sealed boxes looking for Omi's photo albums. They needed pictures for the celebration of life that will take place in late August.  I went from one meeting to another.  It was that kind of day.  I moved to the kitchen counter so I could stand for the meeting.  While on the phone Old Republic Escrow company called.  I couldn't answer.  Immediately upon finishing the meeting, Jenny, sitting in the living room, begins to tell me that I need to call Old Republic. She was very short with me. I come and sit on the sectional, opposite the chair she is sitting in, and check my email so I can call.  I place the call and leave a voicemail with the assistant of the person I was trying to reach.  I finish, and Jenny begins to talk about how I haven't even bothered to say hello to her today, and that she is leaving.  I ask, what's wrong with you, and she said, nothing. She said she was going to get boxes at Lowes, on 130th and Aurora, and then to the grocery store to pick up items for dinner.

She left at 3.  At 3:30, she texts and says she is at Lowes, and realized she doesn't have her debit card, and they don't use Apple Pay.  So, she will have to go to Fred Meyer.  I smell a rat.  About 60 minutes later, she is at Fred Meyer she says, the closest of which is in Lake City. She explains she has filled the cart, and found boxes, only to discover the boxes cost $2.99/ea.  It's 4:15. Now, she says, she is going to QFC.  The closest QFC is at U-Village.  At 5:15 she gets home.  I unpack the groceries. The receipt in the bag is from the QFC in el pinché's neighborhood, in Shoreline, time of purchase, 4:25. Why the elaborate ruse? A lying liar lies.  

It's been such a lovely week with her away.