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Reset Forty-Nine, Day Three Hundred Fifty
May. 10th, 2024 05:04 amMy niece will pick up my rent check sometime today and mail it for me. Monday there will be groceries. Got everything set up Thursday, so it counts as a productive day. There was a sandwich for dinner, and I didn't sneeze too much so maybe the pollen count is dropping despite the warming weather. But the best news is that no worms ate my brain, so I won't have to run for President, and will not be responsible for some poor, parasitic worm starving to death. Unlike someone I could name.
92 degree high predicted today. The Nasty Nineties are now expected to last eight days instead of seven. I'm going to need more chocolate, especially in the form of ice cream. I expect I will make malteds with my new stick blender. They won't be as good as the ones I used to get from Rexall drug stores, but that age of the world is gone. In the post-apocalyptic world we take what we can get. I wonder whatever became of that redheaded waitress who worked in the Owl drug store in Alhambra in the late 1950s? She must have been in her forties then, so surely dead by now. I used to remember her name. Now it's gone too. It never occurred to me then that some day I might want to remember. Thanks for the malteds, Red. You made them well, and there was always a bit extra in the chilly metal container to top off the glass with. If only I'd known how good life was then.
92 degree high predicted today. The Nasty Nineties are now expected to last eight days instead of seven. I'm going to need more chocolate, especially in the form of ice cream. I expect I will make malteds with my new stick blender. They won't be as good as the ones I used to get from Rexall drug stores, but that age of the world is gone. In the post-apocalyptic world we take what we can get. I wonder whatever became of that redheaded waitress who worked in the Owl drug store in Alhambra in the late 1950s? She must have been in her forties then, so surely dead by now. I used to remember her name. Now it's gone too. It never occurred to me then that some day I might want to remember. Thanks for the malteds, Red. You made them well, and there was always a bit extra in the chilly metal container to top off the glass with. If only I'd known how good life was then.
