Today, I visited with an elderly woman. She told me about the house that her grandfather built. She said, wistfully, "I'd just like to drive past that house and see what it looks like now." The house is a simple 15 minutes away. I talked to the people there, and asked if it were possible to take her out for a couple hours on a Sunday afternoon, and stop for ice cream on the way back. They thought it was an excellent plan, and thought the daughter would approve. I gave my phone number to them, so that the family could call.
I walked out into the fall day. I saw a bumper sticker. It said, "Be the change." You know, there are a lot of things which cannot be changed. Sometimes, it seems like the smallest changes are the ones that make the real difference though.
Well. I've pondered stupid stuff long enough. Time for bed. It's been a long day, and tomorrow is even longer.
Tractor Supply story: Today I was working away at the store, and a elderly fellow comes up, big white beard, and a shock of white hair. He says, very seriously (but with a twinkle in his eye), "I've been thinking to take up a new crop. Do you have any books about getting started in marijuana farming?"and he gestured at our magazine/book rack. I knew he was joshing me. I like to josh too, though. My eye caught a magazine cover, and I looked right back at him and said, very seriously (but with a twinkle in my own eye), "Yes sir, we do." He looked a bit startled. I reached down and said, "Here's a magazine called 'Mary Jane's Farm'. Seems like you'd be able to find some good information there." I had him, and he burst out laughing, a big bellow of laughter. He went his way, and I went back to stocking.