Neanderpundit

The house feels empty again, no more teenager wandering around the kitchen in PJ’s looking for Captain Crunch, no more giggling in the bedroom as mom and dad tried to sleep, no more hugs in church after mass. At least not for a while.

The old Explorer is plenty reliable but I always breathe easier when I get the call that she has made it. Especially in this weather. I can’t help but worry, I’m the dad.

all week. And all next week too. And then the shot show. By the time it’s over I will need to lie down for a month.

Still, standing and walking is what I need, and need a lot of it.

I stood, paying my bill, while the counter lady set up my next appointment.

On her desk was a gingerbread man with gumdrop buttons. I remember a couple years back seeing a tin of them in the store, and as they were a good deal, I brought them home. Well decorated, good shape, no gumdrop buttons, Bland flavor, chewier than you’d expect. But not horrible, so I kept eating.

Halfway through the tin I upended it to look for a “best by” date in case they tasted odd because they were stale.

Turns out they were dog biscuits.

Ate ’em anyway.