Day 5 - Tuesday Aug 8 - Shopping and Such

Today was the same as every other day of my life; that is, if every day of my life I bought entertainment accessories, got my ears lowered, window shopped for outdoor survival equipment, bought plantar protectors, decided urine was not a bad thing, and chauffeured a climber from a different era.  Oh, and researched living accommodations.

OK, here goes... I have been looking for extra space for my XBONE for several months because the free games I get seem to fill up the included 500 GB HDD (640K HDD all that's needed! HA!) (BTW, Gates says he never said that) and I would like to NOT have to remove then reinstall games!  PAIN!  So I got one...

BOOM! (Mic Drop)

JEEP JEEP BLACK!

Sidetracked, I know.  Hey, I'm a diagnosed ADD-er.  Deal with it!

Back to it...

Time for my hair reduction procedure... Mom had the same procedure.  🎶 It's a family affair...🎶

--And apparently, according to some, though it is not unanimous, I now look like a respectable human being.

🎶 I'm sexy and I know it! 🎶

Window Shopping... Walmart (where you go in Huntsville, AL if you want to see someone you haven't seen in awhile).  Looked at tents, sleeping bags, and similar outdoor survival items.  Gonna reside at a campground for zero pesos in Yosemite Nat'l Park when my bag-o-bones arrives.  I'll do similar, even if it is for a nominal fee, as I traverse this great country of ours from California to Colorado.  And then I saw...

OREGON! OREGON!  beavs  OREGON! OREGON!

---Figured these would be at least $15... Might have bought them, but I don't like this type.  And to think there are some out there who will purchase anything, even if it is not their cup-o-tea, depending on the brand!  I know this is a but so many things bought by so many people

Well, found nothing of interest at Walmart and boogied on...

Anybody know where I can get plantar protectors?

--Got me some TEVAs!  $20 and worth a million!

I'm a Little Bird in Big Tevas.  I'm a Little Bird in Big Tevas.

On the way to an organic grocer to pick up a few things for camping nutrition... Parents' church...

In Eugene, OR if you don't bring your own bag to put your groceries in you are charged an extra 5 cents per paper bag used (apparently they do not offer plastic bags).  Mom wasn't too sure a shopping bag that had the word "urine" in it was appropriate to take in... I disagreed!

If someone's looking THAT close, 

they need to get a hobby.

After getting back to the parentals' place, searched for places to stay for cheep or free in Yosemite... This place looked interesting... Not too bad a price, but it is 1 hr from Yosemite Valley!  I wanna be INSIDE Yosemite!

Finally, for today, I was looking at my Facebook Messenger app and scrolled and saw my friend Matt's name.  I recently hooked up with him on Messenger and so I said hello at about 7:45 PM PT. He knew I had recently lost my wife and said, "Hugs old friend".

I knew Matt from Eugene way back when - over 25 yrs ago.  Met him and a guy named Jason as I was an assistant in the high school group at Grace Community Fellowship.  We became the Three Amigos of rock climbing.  There were two or three summers in the early 90s when we were able to go to Smith Rock State Park for three-day weekends (or two-day when we felt church was calling).

There's lots of stories we about climbing, like our first trip to Smith together riding our bikes, lowering them using climbing ropes, riding up the back side and down a gravel road then THROUGH an empty water transportation tunnel that was UNDERNEATH a bridge that spanned the Crooked River Gorge - We will not forget that!

But those stories are for a different time...

Unfortunately I got no pic of Matt, but I picked him up from the airport at 10:20 PM PT.

Waiting on the Mattster

We stopped at a food establishment and he had a frittata, and I had quiche - REAL MEN EAT QUICHE (and frittatas)!  Oh, a frittata is an omelet with the ingredients mixed all together within the eggs, and it is not folded over.

The difference between frittata at and quiche?

I was all set to pay, even took the ticket out of our server's hand, but Matt was tricky... He handed her his card!  To feel better about myself both the server and Matt allowed me to pay the tip.  I tipped $8 - probably a 40% tip!  Our server told us she was a former stripper, and told a couple jokes that were definitely appropriate at a strip bar - one about the female human's upper chest region!  To not be outdone, and because of my quick wit, I told her that her tip was perfect for that joke - and drew it out for her.  One 8 formatted up, one 8 on its side, and one 8 up again.  If you did not get it, too bad, ask your kids 😁   Overall she was a pleasant individual, and it definitely gave us something interesting to remember of our short lived reunion.

I dropped him at his sister's place around Midnight.  His sister was happy she did not have to go get him.  Good times, Matt, good times.

Done.

Skippy