familiar strangers

Burger King remodeling: Canon S100

Into town this morning. To the Taylors' for eggs. To First Farmers & First National for deposits. To Dollar General Market for avocados. Pulling out, we noticed Burger King, across the street, was almost finished with its remodeling. About time.
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Rotisserie chicken for lunch, with steamed asparagus topped with mozzarella, stewed & seared turnip, home-grown tomatoes. Guava juice on the side. Apple and pear appetizers.

We expected the delivery truck all afternoon. Had rushed home from town. Put off our movie till tomorrow. Only near sundown did I receive the driver's call.

I notified sister Deborah, so she could help with the batteries. She came. We waited. I showed her where I want the new tulip poplar. Finally, the truck turned into the driveway, with brother George following. He had happened by just then. What luck I thought. He and Deborah together would make short work of installing the batteries. But, I didn't count on some old family baggage.

Familiar Strangers

As the box with the new scooter was being lowered from the truck, brother and sister, hardly acknowledging each other, wandered in and out of the garage. George helped rip open the boxes and lower the seat onto the scooter. The batteries should go in first, Mary and I hinted, not addressing anyone in particular.

Mary managed only a few words in Spanish. George made some wise cracking small talk with me. Deborah hardly opened her mouth. Finally, she left. Maybe she thought George would see things through. But, George was too tired. Maybe next Thursday, if he had the time. Drove off. The batteries remained unpacked on the garage floor.

I remarked to Mary that I couldn't see what the big deal was with putting in the batteries. She spoke rather harshly to me for a time after that. Perhaps, I was out of line.

Deborah called and said she would come over tomorrow. Shortly thereafter, she called again. Coming right over.

Local Engineers at Work

Between Mary and Deborah, the scooter was put in running shape.

Seems like I wasn't given flat-free tires or the arm saddlebag.

75.2 °F, clear.