Mary spies from her bedroom window a new family. 10 chicks - we'll keep count over the next few months.
Danged stray cat might be brave enough go for one of the chicks if mom isn't attentive.
While the kids take piano lessons, I grocery shop. Thursday afternoon must be Old Folks Day -- I'm the youngest customer. Canes, blue hair, electric carts and seeing-eye dogs.
Waiting in the checkout line, I see one bag-boy (who I know is kinda retarded) pushing an old lady in her electric cart, trying to make it go faster, yelling something... I couldn't see her face, whether she was laughing or terrorized.
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