I have a lot of misgivings about selling the eMachines computers at work. And they are popular. People think, “Hey! A $500 dollar computer! I am getting a bargain!” You get what you pay for – a neutered machine that is only good for basically browsing the web. I sold one tonight to a lady whose laptop had gone kaput.
“What kind of things do you do with your computer?” I asked her.
“Online banking, email, and FaceBook,” she told me.
I guess an eMachines computer will work for her, but I strongly suggest you spend the money and buy a much nicer computer from Dell or Gateway.
Tonight was a busier night with the video game cabinet keeping me busy. We keep all our Wii, PS3 and XBox games locked behind a glass partition. I have a key and have to go open it every time someone wants a game. One young man couldn’t decide if he wanted to spend the ridiculous price of $50 dollars on Call of Duty 4 or Bad Company 2. He finally made his choice after thirty minutes of waffling and I rang him up. My patience was growing thin.
Jim showed up as usual during his lunch break at 3am. Thankfully, we didn’t talk about politics tonight. He was complaining about his job and all the bending and lifting he has to do. He said his back was killing him. I looked on as he ate his sandwich from the deli and it looked delicious. Moments after he left me, I headed back to the deli to grab one as well. I got a turkey and Swiss on a hoagie roll with tomatoes, onion and lettuce. A little spicy mustard and some mayonnaise and the sandwich was delightful. The snack was complete with a bag of harvest cheddar Sun Chips and a Coke Zero.
Parole Hearing at 1pm…
It’s 5am. Mrs. Florene, Monte and crew should already be up to head to Atmore at 6am. They are stopping in Montgomery to eat breakfast at the Cracker Barrel Mrs. Florene told me last night. It is about a five hour drive to Atmore. I told Mrs. Florene to eat lunch at the Creek Indian restaurant at the Holiday Inn in town. It would be an eye opening experience. I often ate there when I was working at the University. We had a pine seedling nursery just miles down from the prison where George is incarcerated.
Will George get parole? All the pieces of the puzzle are in place. He has a stable living environment set up with his mother. I have him a job lined up. Mrs. Florene will be driving him to work every morning. He has been a model prisoner with no marks or write-ups on his record. Only time will tell, and I will be anxiously awaiting that phone call from Monte late this afternoon.
Mom and Stacey’s Diets Aren’t Going So Well…
Mom pulled up in front of my house yesterday evening and honked her horn as she normally does. I walked out to see what she needed.
“I got you a fried shrimp plate from Merl’s Diner,” she said. “I thought it would be a nice treat.”
Mom had also gotten her a fried shrimp plate and a salad, and said she was going home to eat it right then.
“I’m never going to lose weight,” she said begrudgingly as she rolled up her window and drove off.
I put the plate in my fridge to eat after work as breakfast.
I cooked supper last night. We finally had mom’s mushroom chicken which is extremely rich and fattening. The recipe calls for lots of sour cream and real butter. Stacey went back for thirds and I didn’t say anything. She was just hungry and the food was good. Before the meal, Stacey watched as I made homemade biscuits. I’ve gotten it down to a fine art and can have the biscuits in the oven in a matter of minutes. Last night, I tried butter flavored Crisco as the shortening instead of regular and it was quite good. I will use it from now on.
“What is the difference between Bavarian style buttermilk and regular?” Stacey asked as I poured a cup of the buttermilk to be mixed in with the flour and shortening.
“It is just richer and creamier,” I replied. “Mrs. Florene taught me that trick. It makes for decadent biscuits.”
Stacey agreed that my biscuits rivaled her grandmother’s in taste. I am very happy that Stacey is a Southern girl at heart and loves Southern cookin’.