We ventured to make a trip to town to pay the bills and get some pills.  We haven't been to town for 18 days, and don't intend to go again for a month.  The car's battery was dead.  There are lots of little things that require a small amount of electricity on these new cars; so if they sit unused for a week, the battery gets depleted.

Driving down the road I was either relaxed or not in a hurry.  Perhaps I was just dragging my feet about having to go to that virus-infected town.  I found myself driving 35 MPH.  I tried speeding up.

"I don't know what's wrong with me.  I can't make myself drive over 40."

Marjorie:  "Well, you are 73 now.  We'll get better gas mileage that way.  I'll have to drive us home.  I'm not that old yet.  We have another year yet where we'll still be able to get to town in under an hour."

James:  "Have you seen the sign in front of Matt's Animal Clinic?  It says, 'Don't come in.  Honk for a carhop.'"

Marjorie:  "I'll have to make them a little skirt.  I hope he puts the girls on roller skates."

James:  "The sign on the bank door says, 'Closed.  Use driveup window.'"

Marjorie:  "You can't even go in.  And look, that sign is apologizing for their non-functioning microphone.  The bank is doing the carhop thing, too, and they aren't even wearing coats!  That girl must be freezing."

James:  "She looks better than if she was wearing one of your little, frilly skirts.  Actually I appreciate having them come out to wait on me.  I don't have to go into that germy place."

Marjorie:  "They're probably handing out filthy lucre."

As we parked at the grocery store the lady in the next car excitedly exclaimed, "Marjorie!!"

Marjorie said, "Marlene!" and they rushed to embrace one another.  I yelled, "Don't touch!" and they backed away without making contact.  Close call.

Marlene said, "Oh, yeah, I forgot.  I've got to get over hugging people."

"Who was that?" I asked as the two ladies parted ways.

"She was a girl in my grade school class."

"And you recognized her?!  I'm impressed."

Driving home I pointed out the three or four little snowstorms happening around the valley between the patches of sunshine.  One just beyond Haines was no more than 100 yards across.  "That's what I call a local storm," Marjorie said.

"How does a cloud decide to start snowing in that little tiny area?" I wondered aloud.

At home I sat down at the table with pen and paper.

"What are you doing?" Marjorie asked.

"I'm writing about our trip to town."

"Now that will be fascinating!  We know how to have a good time.  Don't forget to tell about dropping the books into the night deposit at the library.--And that was followed by throwing our milk cartons into the recycling bins.

"Yes, indeed, we know how to have a good time!"