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When Christine got home last night she asked, "Do you want to go to the grocery store with me?"
I took up her hand, compassionately, and replied, "I didn't know it was this bad, beloved! Why do you want to leave this mortal coil?"
She blinked, and replied, "I just need to pick up drugs from the pharmacist."
Well, if we weren't going to participate in the madhouse i was happy to go along. As we drove up, the lot was full of cars. I "dum-dum-dummed" the Empire theme from Star Wars.
"Oh, i wish you hadn't done that," Christine said, "Now i want to watch the whole trilogy this weekend."
"But how?"
"We can go to Fry's and buy it."
"Hmm," i said, and the topic changed to whether we might pick up Dungeness crab (on sale) or a pizza as the lines weren't quite as bad as i imagined. Standing in front of the fish case, i imagined the time standing at the counter at home, picking crab meat from the shell. No, i wasn't interested in crab for Thanksgiving. And pizza, since i was going to eat some, splurging on wheat for the holiday, i decided i wanted from Tony and Alba's. As we walked out of the store, i started looking at the menu on my phone.
"Can we first go to Fry's?" Christine asked.
"How about Best Buy?" I suggested, choosing the smaller, less temptation filled, and closer store of things we like to buy. As we drove, i verified the trilogy was in stock (replacing the VHS set we disposed of quite recently). We considered other pizza places, as well, including the downtown pizza parlor, Kapps. I called, and verified they were open.
Into Best Buy, where somehow the Star Wars trilogy morphed into The Godfather movies while i was looking at cell phone accessories.
"That's not Star Wars," i said, racking up points for whatever afterlife punishment is reserved for those who state the obvious.
"I can watch the movies in my head, but this...," and she looked at my face closely, "isn't what you want to watch."
"Well, I'm not going to watch that, but i would watch Star Wars," I replied. She transformed the set back into Star Wars and I verified that Best Buy did not have the bluetooth keyboard for Android Phones. Then we managed to continue with distractions in the store, as the monitor and receiver have developed a horrible hum at home, but left with just the movies.
When we started the car, something odd happened.
We started it again, and the same warning screens. I started digging out the handbook and found this is the Hybrid System Warning Light. "Pull over at a safe place and take the car to your Toyota dealer immediately," is the essence of the warning. We started again. Same warning. Christine calls our dealer (so close we could walk there). A receptionist answers, but when switched to service we went to voice mail. We tried again, this time Christine explaining to the receptionist that we are with a failed car and need to talk to someone. As she's talking to that someone, we start the car again -- and the screen is gone and the engine is normal.
The car received an appointment for Monday morning. Kapp's Pizza is in walking distance of home, but now i want distraction. If we sat together at the restaurant, all i would want to talk about would be budget issues (but it would not be a good time for Christine to talk about them, because she'd want records near by). So to home, to order delivery, and to a cosy evening.
We watched the pilot of Highlander streaming, which was remarkably bad, and then "Composing the Beatles Songbook: Lennon and McCartney: 1966-1970." I will confess that i'm not a particular Beetles fan. Only Thursday a colleague asked if i was old enough to have a favorite Beatle, and i don't (but i avowed Christine would have one). However, i can tell bias when i hear it, and this documentary was all, "McCartney is the greatest, most versatile, most steeped in music history," and, "Lennon was kind of lazy to pull lyrics from a circus poster," along with a small dose of anti-Yoko misogyny. It was an interesting documentary, for all that, since i am rather dismissive of McCartney. I now have a bit more respect for his talent.
I took up her hand, compassionately, and replied, "I didn't know it was this bad, beloved! Why do you want to leave this mortal coil?"
She blinked, and replied, "I just need to pick up drugs from the pharmacist."
Well, if we weren't going to participate in the madhouse i was happy to go along. As we drove up, the lot was full of cars. I "dum-dum-dummed" the Empire theme from Star Wars.
"Oh, i wish you hadn't done that," Christine said, "Now i want to watch the whole trilogy this weekend."
"But how?"
"We can go to Fry's and buy it."
"Hmm," i said, and the topic changed to whether we might pick up Dungeness crab (on sale) or a pizza as the lines weren't quite as bad as i imagined. Standing in front of the fish case, i imagined the time standing at the counter at home, picking crab meat from the shell. No, i wasn't interested in crab for Thanksgiving. And pizza, since i was going to eat some, splurging on wheat for the holiday, i decided i wanted from Tony and Alba's. As we walked out of the store, i started looking at the menu on my phone.
"Can we first go to Fry's?" Christine asked.
"How about Best Buy?" I suggested, choosing the smaller, less temptation filled, and closer store of things we like to buy. As we drove, i verified the trilogy was in stock (replacing the VHS set we disposed of quite recently). We considered other pizza places, as well, including the downtown pizza parlor, Kapps. I called, and verified they were open.
Into Best Buy, where somehow the Star Wars trilogy morphed into The Godfather movies while i was looking at cell phone accessories.
"That's not Star Wars," i said, racking up points for whatever afterlife punishment is reserved for those who state the obvious.
"I can watch the movies in my head, but this...," and she looked at my face closely, "isn't what you want to watch."
"Well, I'm not going to watch that, but i would watch Star Wars," I replied. She transformed the set back into Star Wars and I verified that Best Buy did not have the bluetooth keyboard for Android Phones. Then we managed to continue with distractions in the store, as the monitor and receiver have developed a horrible hum at home, but left with just the movies.
When we started the car, something odd happened.
We started it again, and the same warning screens. I started digging out the handbook and found this is the Hybrid System Warning Light. "Pull over at a safe place and take the car to your Toyota dealer immediately," is the essence of the warning. We started again. Same warning. Christine calls our dealer (so close we could walk there). A receptionist answers, but when switched to service we went to voice mail. We tried again, this time Christine explaining to the receptionist that we are with a failed car and need to talk to someone. As she's talking to that someone, we start the car again -- and the screen is gone and the engine is normal.
The car received an appointment for Monday morning. Kapp's Pizza is in walking distance of home, but now i want distraction. If we sat together at the restaurant, all i would want to talk about would be budget issues (but it would not be a good time for Christine to talk about them, because she'd want records near by). So to home, to order delivery, and to a cosy evening.
We watched the pilot of Highlander streaming, which was remarkably bad, and then "Composing the Beatles Songbook: Lennon and McCartney: 1966-1970." I will confess that i'm not a particular Beetles fan. Only Thursday a colleague asked if i was old enough to have a favorite Beatle, and i don't (but i avowed Christine would have one). However, i can tell bias when i hear it, and this documentary was all, "McCartney is the greatest, most versatile, most steeped in music history," and, "Lennon was kind of lazy to pull lyrics from a circus poster," along with a small dose of anti-Yoko misogyny. It was an interesting documentary, for all that, since i am rather dismissive of McCartney. I now have a bit more respect for his talent.
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