Today was a day well-spent. Not only did I (finally) get a library card, I also found some stores I need to frequent more often. Details below the fold.
I awoke with the burning need to cash a check--$58.74 to be exact. Being the man that I am, I knew I could not let this day go to waste with just a mere bank run; nay, I had to go shopping for tools! Since it was shaping up to be a gorgeous day, I figured maybe a few garage sales would soothe my lust for implements. It would be significantly less expensive than Sears, that's for sure.
Armed with a few addresses culled from Craigslist & Freecycle, I set off for the bank. A man, his holey Blazer, a slummin' shirt he received for Christmas one year (A Man and HIs Truck, It's a Beautiful Thing), the garage sale list, a bagel, and an apple, all on a quest for money, tools, and knickknacks. Once again, upon passing the ice cream shop/Avon center (makeup & sundaes in the same place--genius!), I swore I would stop by after the bank. Why not? I would have an additional $59 in my pocket.
It was the usual rigamarole at the bank: to cash a check, one needs picture ID as well as an account to waive the check-cashing fee. Being the Boy Scout I never was, I had all three items in my hand. The teller commented on my shirt, asking if I liked trucks. "A little," I replied.
That task completed, I set out for my next destination: Duke's Hardware in Dearborn Heights. I had been told they could help me find blades for my box cutter. On my way down Telegraph, I passed Joe Randazzo's on Joy Rd. Since my parents are coming soon and I have yet to find any good-sized Macintosh apples for my mother, I marked that as a Place to Visit On My Way Back.
Duke's Hardware was a bust for blades but a boon for a cabinet-mounted can opener. For a mere $12, I now have a Swing-A-Way can opener. (I have the deluxe model with magnetic lid lifter, but that one doesn't have a picture.) I also picked up five funnels for $2 and 72' of chair webbing for $7. The lady running the cash register said with a smirk my shirt was was sexist, "A girl and her truck is also a beautiful thing." I agreed wholeheartedly, which begat a pleasant conversation about vehicles, editorial cartoons, and Click-It or Ticket.
Next stop? Fruits & veggies. Nearly had three accidents in the parking lot of Joe Randazzo's. People really shouldn't yak on their phones while parking. Once again, I did not find what I was looking for. I did, however, get 10 pounds of MI potatoes, two green bell peppers, and a loaf of onion rye. I also got an earful of Spanish, Hindi, Arabic, Italian, and (I think) Polish. I now have a new place to shop.
With the rain starting up, it was time to hit the garage sales. I didn't see a single sign nor a single table at any of the addresses I had written down. Oh well, on to the next thing: Sears. On my way up Middlebelt, I saw a garage sale well under way. It was on the opposite side of the road, so I chalked it up as something to look at on my way to the ice cream shop.
Sears is about the only business still humming along in the derelict they call Livonia Mall. JoAnn Fabrics next door also seems to being doing okay, but I cannot confirm that since I have yet to set foot in there. As is my custom, I parked behind Merchandise Pickup because Tools is just beyond those doors. I'll cut out all the browsing and just leave you with what I bought: 3/8"-drive 6-pt 1/2" socket, razor scraper, snap ring pliers, and prefilters for my respirator. Unfortunately, that left me with $3.
No ice cream shop today.
It was approaching four PM when I drove past the intersection of Beech Daly & Six Mile. The library is but a few blocks from there, so that's where I went. If anything, I wanted to see their hours. They close at 5. Good. What wasn't good is I had driven past the only entrance. There was a minor delay as I looped back around the retirement complex to make another attempt at entering the township library's parking lot. As I pulled onto Six Mile, I saw a black cruiser with the old truncated pyramid light bar coming up behind me. I figured it was Wayne County Sheriff, especially when he started pacing me. When he pulled past as I was turning into the library's driveway, I saw the gold & red stripes of Detroit PD. I have no idea why, but I see more Detroit cops than Redford cops in my township.
I browsed for about twenty minutes before I found a James Thurber book. Not just any Thurber book, mind you, but this Thurber book, complete with foreword by Garrison Keillor. It was time I added one more piece of plastic to my wallet--a library card. I am now a card-carrying friend of the Redford Township District Library.
While the can opener is installed, I have yet to break it in. I was supposed to do that this evening after dinner, but the tricksy internet ensnared me again. Ehh, so be it. Tomorrow I will break it in properly when I make sauce & onion soup.
I awoke with the burning need to cash a check--$58.74 to be exact. Being the man that I am, I knew I could not let this day go to waste with just a mere bank run; nay, I had to go shopping for tools! Since it was shaping up to be a gorgeous day, I figured maybe a few garage sales would soothe my lust for implements. It would be significantly less expensive than Sears, that's for sure.
Armed with a few addresses culled from Craigslist & Freecycle, I set off for the bank. A man, his holey Blazer, a slummin' shirt he received for Christmas one year (A Man and HIs Truck, It's a Beautiful Thing), the garage sale list, a bagel, and an apple, all on a quest for money, tools, and knickknacks. Once again, upon passing the ice cream shop/Avon center (makeup & sundaes in the same place--genius!), I swore I would stop by after the bank. Why not? I would have an additional $59 in my pocket.
It was the usual rigamarole at the bank: to cash a check, one needs picture ID as well as an account to waive the check-cashing fee. Being the Boy Scout I never was, I had all three items in my hand. The teller commented on my shirt, asking if I liked trucks. "A little," I replied.
That task completed, I set out for my next destination: Duke's Hardware in Dearborn Heights. I had been told they could help me find blades for my box cutter. On my way down Telegraph, I passed Joe Randazzo's on Joy Rd. Since my parents are coming soon and I have yet to find any good-sized Macintosh apples for my mother, I marked that as a Place to Visit On My Way Back.
Duke's Hardware was a bust for blades but a boon for a cabinet-mounted can opener. For a mere $12, I now have a Swing-A-Way can opener. (I have the deluxe model with magnetic lid lifter, but that one doesn't have a picture.) I also picked up five funnels for $2 and 72' of chair webbing for $7. The lady running the cash register said with a smirk my shirt was was sexist, "A girl and her truck is also a beautiful thing." I agreed wholeheartedly, which begat a pleasant conversation about vehicles, editorial cartoons, and Click-It or Ticket.
Next stop? Fruits & veggies. Nearly had three accidents in the parking lot of Joe Randazzo's. People really shouldn't yak on their phones while parking. Once again, I did not find what I was looking for. I did, however, get 10 pounds of MI potatoes, two green bell peppers, and a loaf of onion rye. I also got an earful of Spanish, Hindi, Arabic, Italian, and (I think) Polish. I now have a new place to shop.
With the rain starting up, it was time to hit the garage sales. I didn't see a single sign nor a single table at any of the addresses I had written down. Oh well, on to the next thing: Sears. On my way up Middlebelt, I saw a garage sale well under way. It was on the opposite side of the road, so I chalked it up as something to look at on my way to the ice cream shop.
Sears is about the only business still humming along in the derelict they call Livonia Mall. JoAnn Fabrics next door also seems to being doing okay, but I cannot confirm that since I have yet to set foot in there. As is my custom, I parked behind Merchandise Pickup because Tools is just beyond those doors. I'll cut out all the browsing and just leave you with what I bought: 3/8"-drive 6-pt 1/2" socket, razor scraper, snap ring pliers, and prefilters for my respirator. Unfortunately, that left me with $3.
No ice cream shop today.
It was approaching four PM when I drove past the intersection of Beech Daly & Six Mile. The library is but a few blocks from there, so that's where I went. If anything, I wanted to see their hours. They close at 5. Good. What wasn't good is I had driven past the only entrance. There was a minor delay as I looped back around the retirement complex to make another attempt at entering the township library's parking lot. As I pulled onto Six Mile, I saw a black cruiser with the old truncated pyramid light bar coming up behind me. I figured it was Wayne County Sheriff, especially when he started pacing me. When he pulled past as I was turning into the library's driveway, I saw the gold & red stripes of Detroit PD. I have no idea why, but I see more Detroit cops than Redford cops in my township.
I browsed for about twenty minutes before I found a James Thurber book. Not just any Thurber book, mind you, but this Thurber book, complete with foreword by Garrison Keillor. It was time I added one more piece of plastic to my wallet--a library card. I am now a card-carrying friend of the Redford Township District Library.
While the can opener is installed, I have yet to break it in. I was supposed to do that this evening after dinner, but the tricksy internet ensnared me again. Ehh, so be it. Tomorrow I will break it in properly when I make sauce & onion soup.
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zombie_nirbhao:
and this is why I ♥ you
oninotaki:
The internet is a tricksy tricksy thing lol Speaking of which you dont happen to have a copy of the book The Other World: The Comical History of the States and Empire's of the Moon (1657) do you?