September 19, 2003

I took Brother Stevens into

I took Brother Stevens into town this morning. I brought Charity with me today. O.K., I bribed her with a 12-pack of Dr. Pepper, LOL. Anyway, we bought doughnuts -- no, I didn't eat any -- honestly. Then we went and sat at the bank while Bro. S. went in. Bro. S. keeps all his money there and only gets out what he needs when he goes into town so his neighbors don't steal it, so the bank is always first on the list of places we go. Then we went to Dollar General to get some Tide and headed over to the laundry mat so he could start his laundry. He ate breakfast again because someone had given him pancakes and sausages at the bank. I don't know why, though, but Bro. S. has that effect on people. While his clothes were washing, we went over to Wal-Mart. I took Charity to find some clothes and pick up a few things. When I found Bro. S. again he was wandering aimlessly around in the parking lot pushing the cart with only one tiny bag in it. I went and yelled out the garden center exit door at him that I was almost done (and got a few stares, but life is like that with Bro. S.), and went through the checkout. Then we went back to the laundry mat so he could dry his clothes. He always dries them one quarter at a time. He doesn't trust those dryers. Then we went to Saver Lot (Save-A-Lot) and I waited while he got a few groceries. Then, it was my favorite time -- time to go home. I was a little disappointed that I got roped into viewing his tomato and squash plants, but thankfully nothing was ripe, so I got out of there empty-handed. Then it was home to my much-needed nap. Four hours with Bro. S. is a good medium-size dose for most adults. (actually, probably a very large dose) But he's just one of those people that "ya gotta love." He's annoying, but sort of in the sense of an elderly family member. And he doesn't have a family or a car, so he needs help.

I'm getting ready to leave in a few minutes to meet Scott. It's our date night tonight, which has thankfully become a more regular thing now that the kids are older.

Posted by 2Flower at September 19, 2003 05:48 PM | TrackBack
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