Days to Thanksgiving

I woke up this morning looking around for my walking shoes, old walking blues.  Walking Blues by Mr. Robert Johnson is playing on Lead Belly Radio. Nice old, crunchy and true blues. Just people singing about just how hard life is. Woody Gunthrie singing Jesse James. Great music station. I am hidden away in our small office with with two desks, and two chairs. Oh, and one large and noisy paper shredder



Thanksgiving is coming in three days. Trader Joe on Monday was packed to the gills. I spoke to the sweetest 98 year old lady who was following a women around the store. The 98 year old was walking and sitting on her "walker" and her daughter pushed the filled shopping cart. The woman had good posture, beautiful white hair and a very nice laugh. I continued picking up the items on my shopping list. Two aisles away, I ran into these two woman again.  I asked the elder, if she liked hot chocolate. The type of hot chocolate that formed  a putting crust on  top of the hot drink. She said yes, that sounded nice. I asked if she wanted a can of this product and let her know I was willing to walk through the mass of people looking lost as if it were the first time coming to Trader Joes. Yes,  the mob was new to TJ and did not know the edicate.
I dashed back two aisles with my filled cart and ended up in the coffee section and found the product and dashed back to the two ladies. The elder's eyes looked at the time and sound Oh thank you so much, this looks great. Her daughter read the label and said to her mom...that yes, she would enjoy this.
I went back to the elder who had been patiently waiting for me to return. I looked into her soft blue eyes and said " When you have this hot chocolate, think of me and the fun we had today."


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