MeXscape

The five gallon bucket seems to be the carrying method of choice for all kinds of things around here. If you look around, you will see many people toting what used to be a white plastic bucket, so old and well-carried that all trace of the label marking its original contents are gone. The top is usually covered with a frayed towel that was once a brilliant white, but many washings and constant use has rendered a dull grey. The primary bucket carriers are the car wash guys, and the bucket makes perfect sense and wouldn't make anyone think twice. But there are also many people selling things, usually food things, from scuffed, 5-gallon buckets. I used to ask myself what kind of crazy person would buy something from such a vessel. But now, I'm that kind of crazy.

I mentioned in a previous post that my glasses broke in the first big storm of the season. And, yes, it has taken me this long to replace them. The arm of the glasses broke off in a non reparable way, so I have been running around looking just a little bit more like the übergeek that I am, with the arm of my glasses held back on with tape. Could I be more cliché?

At the beginning of April, my friends Bonnie and Alan went back to Dallas for a little over a month to take care of some things and check on their rental property there. When I found out that not only were they going to Dallas, but driving, I asked if they would mind taking a purse along with them that I had purchased almost a year ago for my sister's birthday. It's one of those cute ones woven from metallic ice cream wrappers, and I knew my sister would get a charge out of it. My parents live very near Dallas. Bonnie graciously agreed to deliver the purse.

I am more of a volunteer-my-time, rather that a give-you-my-money, kind of a person when it comes to charities, so when they put up the Angel Tree at Canuck's, I wasn't really interested. I didn't even feel bad, because the names and wishes were flying off the tree, taken by other people more generous than me.