"New customs, though they be never so ridiculous,... yet they are followed." (Henry VIII)

Today we went to Costco to pick up a few things like pine nuts and lamb chops. When we got there we were fortunate to find a parking space as close to the entrance as we've ever been and right in front of the entrance was one of those scooters that you often see Methusala's riding like bumper cars on a hot summer

day in Coney Island. It sat there saying to me "Ride me, idiot, or walk painfully through the store". Not caring to be considered an idiot, and not too fond of pain, I got into the contraption and scooted around the store with Rhoda at my side directing traffic around the myriad of humongous shopping carts. It was indeed a learning experience. We might even buy one of those things for our cruise next July. We may even get one for our bus trip to Biloxi in April. A blue one. Not the bus, but the scooter. I'm partial to blue. I'm going to start collecting stickers for it.

As we made our way toward the pine nuts isle, we stopped at a long table, where some elderly guys were dishing out free samples of thin-crusted pizzas. They weren't bad at all, but the box was way too big to keep in our freezer, so we just munched on a few more pieces and went on our way. Every few feet there were guys handing out free food samples. You could come here for lunch any day and not spend a penny. I don't doubt that some King's Pointers might have to do that these days. Too bad there wasn't a place like this during the Great Depression. We finally got to the pine nuts and they were damned expensive as everything else is here in So. Florida. Every dinner out seems to cost $37--although we did eat at Wendy's the other night for $8.03. Pine nuts remind me of the days of my youth when my mother used to buy Indian nuts. Indian nuts were the same size as pine nuts, only you had to bite off the shell. When I finished eating about a dozen of them, I had a pimple on my tongue.

We're still without our own computer, and I frankly don't know what's happening with it. I haven't heard from the computer doctor. The laptop I'm using now appears to need a psychiatrist. It constantly freezes up and demands rebooting. Here am I pushing 84 and I have to learn a whole new language for machines--like viruses, trojans, spyware, uploads, downloads, booting up, shutting down, email...reminds me of WWII when we had "V-Mail"...a lot slower, but more American.