My Backyard Flowers from my Archives/Foolishness from My Morning excursion
6:35 AM: I enter Wal-Mart for weekly shopping, 41 degrees, no wind
7:30 AM: I exit pushing filled basket, it is now, 39 degrees and the wind is howling out of the North and sweeping across the very large flat with no trees , Wal-Mart parking lot.
(In Florida 39 feels like -7 because the humidity is at 83 degrees making the wind cut like a knife).
I stop at the rear of my Saturn Vue , push the door up (this is the whole back of the car) put a bag inside, grab the 12 pack of Diet 7-Up by that dinky little slot they try to make us think we can carry the pack by, and just as I lift it into the trunk, the BIG door falls on the back of my head (yes it hurt) causing my freezing hands to bang the 6 pack on the bumper, the package rips, cans roll to all points of the globe.
6 remain in the torn package, 6 have escaped to roll in all 6 different directions. One rolled east and under the middle of the truck and out into the middle of the road, the other one was 10 feet away, it rolled North East in the other middle of the road. 1 rolled south, the other South East. Number 5 and 6 rolled West and North West. This is no exaggeration. All 6 of them rolled as far away as they could from each other. I was also in some danger of cars running over me as I chased them.
As I struggle to contain the 6 loose cans in the trunk, the trunk lid falls again, this time it gets my shoulder and I hold on to the cans. I push the lid all the way up hard enough to rip it from its hydraulic thingy that makes it stay up (it has never fallen in the past).
as I gently (ha ha) place the rest of the groceries in the trunk, I think the hydraulic thingy on this must be like our garage door opener that opens and closes at will when the temps drop to less than 40. the next thing I think of is, this is the start of my bad luck because I did not eat Black Eye peas and ham hock, collard greens and corn bread for New Years Day.