Saturday morning writings
Another Saturday morning. My oldest should be home soon. She works third shift at the local grocery store. She usually comes home and goes to bed not to long later. Most of the time she is still in bed at 5 or 6 in the pm. She just got home this minute. She filled me in on some of the people who show up at 2am usually drunk. Like this one guy bought some imitation crab meat and started opening it up before he bought it. After he paid for it he offered her some. She politely said no. He and his friend stumbled out of the store. She was really more concerned this weekend with maybe getting hit on by drunk cowboys. There is a rodeo just outside of town this week. But so far no drunk cowboys, just drunk locals. On Memorial Day I was sitting out on my back deck in the morning reading a book with my dog Fawn standing on my lap looking over my shoulder. Suddenly she starts growling and whining. I thought it was this wild cat that lives in our shed, but it wasn't, it was a hen turkey. It