T-Shirt

I'm so sorry I do not have a picture of this, but I couldn't figure out how to take one.

I am in Kingman, Arizona this week, which is a community of it's own. I tried to come up with a word to describe it, but an appropriate term escapes me. Today we went to lunch at a local restaurant for the soup and salad bar. I like to go to local places whenever possible. I get enough of chain food. It was a cute place, good service, nice salad bar and a sandwich bar with wonderful choices of breads, meats, cheeses and such.

I'm organizing my sandwich, visiting with my colleagues, and watching people, when what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a middle aged woman in jean shorts and a t shirt. Not just any white t shirt, a thin white t shirt (like you get in a Fruit of the Loom package) which was failing to provide modesty for the size D breasts that were not supported by a foundation garment.

I caught the eye of my table mate, whose eye's were bulging in what, I'm sure, was the same manner that mine were and I said, "Oh, my." The other two, who had their backs to her entrance were treated to the view when she passed out table and was seated at the table behind it with her companion. She wandered up to the salad bar and across the restaurant, then I lost sight of her. A little later I couldn't find her and the next time we saw her she was wearing a little burgundy sweater thing, which they sold at the restaurant. So I'm thinking she registered our shock, and probably the shock of other patrons at the restaurant and decided to cover up a bit.

My dining companions said that Kingman is a "liberal" type of place. I'm not sure that explains it.

Sully

Friday was Sully's turn to stay all night with me. We came home right after supper was over so he could play in the sand. As soon as I took the top off the sandbox he started talking about the ants. He doesn't like any bugs. I couldn't see any ants, then I finally spotted a tiny little red dot that moved. I smashed it with my finger and it left red debris on my finger tip that Sully called "Red Slime". Then I saw dozens of them all over the sand and the sandbox sides.

My first thought was 'fire ants' but I didn't know if they live in northwest Missouri. I kept smashing them and Sully kept pointing them out. I didn't know if I should let him in the sand, but that wasn't much of a problem as he wasn't going anywhere near it as long as he could see any of those ants. I called David Smith and described them to him. He conferred with his brother and said they were chiggers. OK. Guess we won't get in the sand.

Sully and I went to Price Chopper to buy some Insect Repellent. He grabbed right on to that term and talked about the Insect Repellent off and on the rest of the evening. While we were at the store I asked him if he wanted to buy a do-nut for breakfast tomorrow and, of course, he did. He picked out one with sprinkles and we paid and headed home. He wanted to eat the do-nut in the car, but I was able to fend him off.

Once we were home, I use the Off Wipes on his arms and legs and waistband, then sprayed the sides of the sandbox. Within seconds, I could see little tiny red dots on the concrete heading away from the sandbox! Sully got in and play for about 30 minutes and decided he wanted to take a bath. Then he wanted the do-nut. I couldn't convince him it was for tomorrow and gave in and let him have it for a bedtime snack.

 

Actually, he only picked the sprinkles off and left the do-nut, which I microwaved and had for MY bedtime snack on Saturday! It was pretty good.

Dance Recital

Mira's Dance Recital was the week-end after Memorial Day. She and Hillary were there most of Saturday for dress rehearsal and the Recital was on Sunday afternoon. She did three dances and was wonderful.

 

The Rose in the picture she gave me from the flowers she got at the recital.