JUICY TALES

I just returned from grocery shopping. As I put the "Club Size" prune juice in my cart I renamed it "Senior Size". When I was taking care of my mother, I used to serve her morning prune juice in a long stemmed glass, but no matter how you dress up a morning laxative, it is what it is. 

A bus arrives where I live every Monday morning and takes whomever cares to go, to a grocery store. The only problem I have had with that is we are given an hour and sometimes, like today, an hour and a half to shop. As others mumble about not having enough time, I pray for patience. Half an hour is all I ever need.  I brought a book with me this morning. I had seen a break area behind the deli.  I decided to shop, and then sit at a table and read. It worked just fine! It struck me though, that having someone see a white haired granny totally engrossed in this book might be a bit disconcerting.