What Could Possibly Go Wrong

 First of all, happy birthday to my Mom in heaven or the afterlife, which I hope is heaven. Her and Aunt Pat share a birthday one year apart to the day. I hope they are dancing the Irish jig  behind the pearly gates.

And this computer is acting shady. Somedays it works other days not so much. When I put up Mercari it will not let me post. The screen comes up but it never takes hold and just shakes and shakes. So aggregating and frustrating. So I went out and bought a lap top. Guess what? I couldn't get it to work. The only thing I could get to come up was my Gmail. No Mercari, it would not allow me to sign in. I'd hit "Sign in" a hundred times and nothing. It would not down load Google/Chrome. So I took it back. It could have been me, it could have been the operating system.

Then we have had Danielle in the house for about 7 dyas maybe it was 6. It was good in many ways. I did not feel entirely guilty when I would go off by myself to do the things I need to do when I mail out some items. Library, the PO, tWalmart, the Bins.

Yesterday I met a young lady in the extreme South end of town, Fairdale. I didn't even know where Fairdale is, now I do. She had listed a group of jewelry .925 for 15$. I jumped on it and arranged a meeting at the Walmart in Fairdale. I have been there before and as I exited off the Gene Snyder and headed down Taylor Blvd I passed a lot of landmarks that rushed back to me. I think I bought the Fish from the recommended alternative place to the Suburban  Fish Fry. It was not as good, if Suburban is a 10, it was a 5. I went past the Iroquis High School where Cathy went to school. I went by the funeral home where her Dad had his wake. I went by Iroquois Park where I ran the 10 miler not once but 2x and it was a killer both times (maybe it was three) the hills will do you in. But I made it. The last time I ran it (2006) my toe nails could not say the same thing.

So I knew which way I was heading. I made it there on time, at the designated time she asked me to give her, 1020am. She arrived about 11am. And I think she was a meth addict. Her teeth were extremely bad. She was dressed in camouflage head to toe. Even a cap, aka David Copperfield, may I have more gruel please sir. She handed over the small packet and I asked if it were all .925 she said yes and rode off. I took out my loupe and was surprised that most of it is .925 Only some shitty silver tone and turquoise set ring, one earring and necklace were paste.

Then I wondered it if were stolen goods.  I hope not