Cabbage Butterfly

 I had dropped Shaggy off at work and was bringing Charles about when Horatio glided by in what felt like slow motion. He was only headed in the direction he was for 1 of two reasons. The bank or he was on a Freebird hunt and needed a burrito NOW. As I cruised by I did not see him at either location. Maybe I really did not see him.

I took my ex-wifey’s daughter to her eye appointment yesterday and as I sat in the waiting room I observed this….7 people sitting there. 1 reading a book, 1 reading Scientific America (that was me believe it or not), 1was writing in her checkbook (who does that anymore?). Guess what the other 4 were doing? They were eyeball deep into their phones. 4 out of 7! This number shocks me. There was an abundance of magazines in the waiting room. Not fluff, but mags, like Scientific America, Popular Mechanic, National Geographic, and News Week. Not my favorites but each of them can at any given moment have an article that interests me. Something to learn. Like how white cabbage butterflies traveled apparently from England all the way to Peru and then became yellow or red in color……Really?.....Really?......LOL….. uhmmm how about…..GOD created a yellow cabbage butterfly for Peru? How about that theory? A beautiful octopus disguises itself to look like a flounder so it could trick other sea life but it evolved into doing that?...WHAT???? How about maybe its Creator made it that way to trick other sealife? Maybe its Creator made it that way so you, mr. article writer could write about it and therefore give me an opportunity to give Glory to its Creator. How fascinated you were with the octopus. Your hours spent on it may have made its creation worth it to its Creator. Back in the waiting room….a mom shows up with two little girls. Both girls sit down and pull out books and start to read. WOW!!!! Mom fills out paperwork. They take one small child back behind the big door while mom continues to fill in paperwork. She gets up takes the completed novella to the desk and as she is engaged in payment and process daughter number 2 is escorted away. Mom never notices. She does not look over in our direction. This is going to go one of two ways. She will assume they escorted her daughter to the exam room and ask any one of us if that happened. I look around no one else had paid attention. Or she would freak out that her child is gone. I am betting on the freak out. Sure enough she completes her transaction turns and walks half way across the room when she looks over and, no daughter. I watch her face. At first she hesitates, then stops, then looks around. I am hoping it dawns on her. No. I realize as soon as I see her entire face drain of color; she is white, very white, that she is going to freak out. Panic has descended on her in mere moments. She looks over at me. I am staring at her, “Millicent?” she nods, “they took her back a moment ago.” Panic falls from her like she has stepped out of a huge white robe. She is once again the confident mom. She gathers the books and bags and mumbles she should go back and disappears behind the big door. 

Ok I have been in such a down stupor over the TGB money issue ( Hey Freaks!!! Pay me!!!!!) That I sometimes just am unable to function. I have as of late been leaving my house in my slippers to go run errands. By now the local villagers all believe these pink slippers are my only shoes. I look like the poster child for frumpy Wal-Mart shopping women. Well, I must be on the road to recovery because last night Shaggy and I made a midnight run to Wal-Mart for some supplies, (bread, cheese, cream) and I had sandals on!!! I could not believe it. I failed to notice but Shaggy pointed it out. “Mom! You are not wearing slippers. Should we go back home?” I am so happy!!!!!

What is on your feet today?