Barkley was fine staying home. R., the young teen son of of Scout26 came by and took his buddy Barkley for a good run on Sunday as well as taking out my trash and anything else I needed done with the foot up. By the time they got done, that was one tired and happy dog.
To the Bat Truck!
First order of business - lunch! There's lots of neat places around, but let's go someplace close and familiar, the Broad Ripple Brew Pub. They've got a good selection of all kinds of daily specials and regular pub menu items, for the carnivore and herbivore alike.
"Vegan Fish and Chips - Planks of Tofu seasoned with the taste of the Sea and battered." (and mmm tasty egg free vegan mayo)
No. I'll pass. I really can go my whole life not knowing how they get tofu to taste like fish.
The specials sounded much better.
Tam - They've got Burly Man Cobb Salad!
Pizza with Feta, Olives and Jalapenos
I always come out of there with a bunch of stuff. Today, just some small replacements for the crash pad. (They also come in larger sizes and sealed bags in bulk to fill your own containers at big savings.)
ME: But in the zombie movies I've seen, they decompose. Sure, these can run super fast and pull a helicopter out of the sky and go to Walmart on Black Friday. Why don't the living just hole up for a few weeks, there'd be nothing left but some goo and a bunch of jaw bones still clacking away like wind up teeth ?
I mean seriously, In Florida the time from autolysis to dry skeleton would be like a week and in the dessert, there's dessication, between sun, wind, and cell damage they're going to be turning to leather and falling down for the buzzards like a raging horde of Slim Jims.
TAM: Zombies decay slower, up north you have to chip them out of the ice with the spring thaw to dispatch them before they start walking around again. .
They'd remodeled, the huge store was even more spacious and easier to navigate. and check out with your purchases. Plus they've always had quite a good selection of guns, new and used, albeit a bit pricey, but more than many stores.
This was all the handgun ammo in the entire store.
There were doing brisk business in the new gun aisle and as always, we were approached immediately by someone asking us if we need assistance, not looking at us as if we were lost. As a female who frequents gun/sporting goods stores, this is NOT always the experience, and for this reason, I will stop in for ammo and hunting stuff (though I did get a great deal there on my Remington Varmint gun during one of their regular sales).
Off to the used handguns. Tam spotted a HUGE sign and display at the south end of the store.
Sound of Crickets.
If you want a used handgun for self defense, it appeared your only other option is what they had in the way of New$ with a card that said "good luck on the ammo". . .
or the self launched attack skunk..
There were also homemade raspberry streusal bar cookies, baked and wrapped in foil in case we had to hole up in the truck during a zombie attack.
Too soon it was time to say goodbye and head home.
There awaited a letter from Dad, written in careful but slightly shaky cursive, a couple of photos of him taken with my birthday gift and a copy of Our Daily Bread which he always sends me,
I realize how lucky I am for what I do have right now, for the friends I have, that support me and also support the people I care about. Thank you EVERYONE who sent encouragement and/or donation help for Kat M. (Her story is in the post that follows.)
I know I will send my thanks above tonight for that, though I may ask about that 9 mm shortage.