Today was a typical Saturday. I did my grocery shopping, filled the car with gas, and picked up a prescription at the pharmacy. I also needed to get some more printer ink and an accordion file for the 2022 receipts. I don't even know why I save these receipts anymore. My accountant has no use for them and I rarely ever look at them again. Old habits die hard though. I start a new accordion file every year and take the previous year to the storage warehouse.
Prices at the pump and grocery store do keep rising, but I've stopped keeping track of the increases. It is what it is. I'm set in my ways and I doubt that price increases are going to get me scrambling for bargains. I think true bargains are rare. Stores do try to dump inventory at times to get rid of stuff that has been sitting on the shelf too long and there are always inferior products, but you always get what you pay for. I really need to start doing my shopping on a weekday. Weekends are just too crowed now. Where did all these people come from? Too many people are moving to Dallas. If I could make a habit of shopping at 10:30 on a Tuesday morning, or maybe 2:30 in the afternoon, I think I could save myself a lot of trouble. I need to watch what people are doing and then do the opposite. I probably will never do anything as sensible as this though. I am a creature of habit.
Almost every day on my walk someone asks me where the eagles are. Dallas has become obsessed with these two eagles. There have always been a fair amount of birders in the park, but their numbers seem to have doubled recently. Some people drive quite a ways to see the eagles. They must be disappointed that the birds are so elusive. I walk every day near where the birds live and I've only managed to see them a few times. What is the fascination with these eagles? I still think the American White Pelicans are the most spectacular birds in the park. There are tons of them though, and nobody seems interested.
There is a gully alongside one of the roads leading into the park that I've walked down as long as I have lived here. Water runoff makes the gully grow a little deeper every year and I like to imagine that this is how the Grand Canyon started. Years ago when the gully was still shallow, Spot like to sit in the water at the bottom on hot Summer days. Today, something much bigger was at the bottom of the gully. A pickup truck had gone off the road and wedged itself in sideways in the deepest part of the trench. There were two tow trucks trying to figure out how to extricate the truck, but it was wedged in tight on it's side. It almost looked like a helicopter has dropped the truck into the hole. This was the second weird accident I've seen in the park recently. Most of these little roads have a 5 MPH speed limit. What were these people thinking?
Dawn will get her Sunday outing a little later tomorrow because Janet has plans in the morning. Maybe this is for the best though. Afternoons have been really nice lately. The mornings are still really cold. I'm so glad we aren't getting mountains of snow like people in the Northeast. It's good to be in Texas.
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