Dumptruck

A quick update: Everything is right on track.  I can move around well enough, and my physical therapist tells me that my leg is good and stable.  Not ready to be on its own yet, I still have the brace and have to get a newer, smaller one, probably next week, from my orthopedist.  But other than that, I seem to be doing well.  Bully for me.

Because I can drive around, I am independent again.  I went grocery shopping today, and it sucked pretty good, as grocery shopping normally does.  I get confused in those stores and eventually forget to get something important.  It was laundry detergent today.  I make up for my lack of setting related abilities by getting something useless.  It was fancy mustard today.  The first place I went was the new co-op in Noank, where Universal Store was.  I know the people who run it, and I knew that they would have something that I actually needed.  I went there specifically for Vitamin E oil, which is used for dulling the starkness of my Frankenscar.  After that, I went to the supermarket near my apartment.  I generally don't care for Shop Rite.  I think it is dirty, but I suffer through because it is a supermarket and it is close to my apartment. 

On my way from Noank to New London, I got stuck behind a dumptruck.  This may not seem to be a big deal, but to me, it was.  I was stuck behind this monster for about a mile.  Apparently we were going to the same place.  Once I was on the actual highway, not just the streets in Groton leading up to it, I was able to pass the truck.  Finally, I was free of the loud bulky monstrosity.  There was free highway as far as I could see.  Or so I hoped.  Instead of being able to drive in peace towards the grocery store, I was stuck behind another goddamn dump truck.  What the hell construction dudes! Why are there so many friggin' dump trucks on the road?  In the ten or so minutes of interstate that I drove down, there must have been a dozen of these things plowing to some unknown worksite with their dumpers full of who knows what, or relieved of their load by a grateful landfill, heading back for another round.

Either way, I got to Shop Rite.  Bad idea.  I forgot that it is Tuesday, and Tuesday is old person day at Shop Rite.  Never.  Again.  I drove into the lot and realized that there was a flood of old people unseen since the early bird special at (insert diner name here).  I did not stop my car at all, just circled around and left.  I went to the next closest supermarket, the Stop and Shop in Waterford, and got my food without much turmoil.  No more dump trucks, no more flocks of old people clogging everything, just a cart with a fucked up wheel, like normal.

Once I get cleared to have a full day's work, I guess everything will be back to normal.

SD

Oh, yeah, this is what I have been doing: www.thescopemagazine.com Read what happens!