International Sunday

Today, after our afternoon gospel meeting, we all went to the nearby food court at the shopping center for supper.  There are about 6 places to eat there, a Chinese place, a Mexican, Korean, Japanese, pizza (Italian) and... with a slight nod to actual American food, a Dairy Queen.  This week I had a hankering for mushroom-zuchinni chicken, so I headed to Don's Chinese Kitchen, though I've never actually seen a guy named Don working there.  Last week, I did Mexican, which was a treat.  The Mexican and pizza places just opened up a couple months ago.  There had been signs announcing the 2 places were opening soon or, in the case of the pizza place "Palucci's Pizza comming soon".  We looked at those signs for over two years, the first year never even noticing that they'd misspelled 'comming' in the pizza place sign until Angel #2 pointed it out one day. 

Hubby, Angel #4 and her friend were out in the yard today, hubby machete-ing his way around the property, when they discovered an orange tree out by the road.  Can you say 'fresh orange juice'?  YUM   They also found these huge fruits hanging on another tree.  We juiced one up and they taste like sweet grapefruit, but, like I said, they're huge, like the size of a really large cantalope.  I'm not sure if they're mutant grapefruit or some other kind of fruit altogether.  We'll have to bring one with us on Wednesday night and show Auntie Violet, the knower of all things Hawaiian, to find out exactly what these things are.

On my journey through Craigs List tonight, I saw something for sale that makes you wanna say: so, what's the story on this one?   For $200, you can buy a teak cremation urn.  Good news, it says it's brand new, which makes me feel a bit better.  I would hate to think someone was selling used ones.  I'd spend a lot of precious time wondering what happened to the previous occupant.  It's also solid teak, not one of those cheap veneered ones that the tightwad dead people are hanging out in.  But, the question is, why are they selling it?  Did they get a new lease on life and decide that they weren't going to need an urn anytime soon?  Maybe they got it for great-aunt Mable and the old biddy refuses to cross over to the other side and they eventually got sick of the darn thing sitting around collecting dust.  You know darn well that as soon as they sell the sucker, Aunt Mable is going to bite it and they'll be advertising for a cremation urn in the Craig's List 'wanted' section.  Life just works that way, ya know?