It seems like almost every day I’m down there at the corner of happy and healthy (Walgreens/Covington) purchasing something. It’s a handy store for me to walk to and I like a lot of the people who work there. I don’t like their high prices, wish I could pay less, but I guess you don’t get everything in life. I’ll continue to be a Walgreens customer—at least until that Dollar Tree store opens up on Madison Avenue.
I was in there at the corner of happy and healthy the other day and ran into the store manager. His name is Mike and he told me that column I wrote for CityBeat about his employees Wanda and Sasha has made it all the way to the CEO of Walgreens. OK. That got me curious.
I did a Google search to find out who their CEO is. His name is Gregory D. Wasson. I wonder if he actually read the column. Will he call Wanda and Sasha? Will he send them a note? You know how I am. I’ll be following up on this.
Store manager Mike intends on doing something nice for Wanda and Sasha. He says they will be rewarded for that good customer service. I’ll be following up on this too to make sure it happens. I don’t let anything slide.
I should also do something nice for them. I think maybe I’ll buy them a box of those outstanding and ever so good tasting Nice! Honey Bar-B-Que Flavored Chicken Wings—that is if they have any in stock.
(Photo from youandmewithtea.com)
On this afternoon in mid July, I needed to go to Walgreens but I didn’t feel like using my walker. The store had 12 packs of Diet Pepsi on sale and there were other items I needed to get and doing this with a walker would require at least two or three trips. Doing it all at once sounded appealing, so I decided to brave it with my quad cane and my old, rickety folding utility cart. I told myself I could handle this just fine.
I was telling myself a lie.
To read “Kindness in Covington,” click here.
(Image from WordPress)
I’m pretty sure you know by now I consider myself an old coot. No, I’m not really all that old and not a grump all the time—but calling myself an old coot seems to suit my personality, so there you go. I gotta be me.
Being an old coot, at least in my mind, also means being out of touch on some things. Take for example, Hollywood. For the most part, I don’t know who “stars” are anymore. Most of the “stars” visiting those late-night talk shows I’ve never heard of.
However, I do know who Cameron Diaz is and I also know who Drew Barrymore is. I’ve even seen them in movies and consider them both good actors or actresses—whichever word you want to use. I didn’t know there was a friendship between the two of them, but I do now.
Apparently Cameron was on a radio show when one of the hosts started taking jabs at Drew. That didn’t go over too well with Cameron who cut the interview short. Here, you can click here to read all about it.
Really, nothing much in Hollywood warms this old coot’s heart, but I like the fact that Cameron Diaz stood up for Drew. That’s part of what friendship is all about.
(Image from gipy.com)
This morning, I’m drinking my coffee from a Mickey Mouse coffee mug. My daughter, some years back, got me this mug from Disney World when she and her boyfriend were vacationing in Florida. That boyfriend is now her husband.
My daughter and her husband got me a coffee mug in Paris when they were honeymooning there. It’s a nice looking mug with a colorful drawing of Paris painted on it.
Once when she traveled to Colorado on business, she got me a coffee mug from there. It’s hard to describe, but it’s brown in color and on it has a drawing of a buffalo, a moose and a bear in that order. I find myself using that mug quite often as the handle on it seems to fit the fingers on my right hand just right.
Recently on another business trip—this time to Chicago—she got me a mug from that great city. I haven’t used it yet—kind of saving it.
As I drink my coffee from this Mickey Mouse coffee mug this morning, I’m thinking of my daughter and appreciating her thinking of me when she’s out and about living her busy life.
Yep. A 60-year-old man drinking coffee from a Mickey Mouse coffee mug. Seems all right to me.
(Photo from WordPress)
I was down there at the corner of happy and healthy this past Monday morning and a clerk was putting out some houseplants. Maybe if they have put them out a week earlier, I would have bought one. I was looking for houseplants around that time—even went to Kroger up there on Madison Avenue searching for some, but none were in my area of Covington.
I’ve always liked houseplants in my living area and I’m usually pretty good at keeping them alive, but I was down to only one plant in my studio apartment—a bamboo plant that I purchased from Walgreens a year ago. I have it on my writing desk and I still like it, but I wanted and needed more houseplants.
On Father’s Day, I told my daughter I wanted to try and find some houseplants but I didn’t know where to look. She did. In her car, we went to Lowe’s in Highland Heights. She wanted to get me a houseplant for Father’s day, so I got this plant called “Song of India Dracaena.” There it is in the photo next to the pig (Please don’t ask anything about the pig. I’m writing a CityBeat column about it in July). I’m sure this plant has an everyday type of name, but I don’t know what it is yet. For now, I’m just going to call it Song.
It was nice of my daughter to purchase the plant for me and while I was at Lowe’s, I got me a “Sansevieria” plant which a lot of people know as a snake plant. Others have been telling me that the most common name for it is mother-in-law tongue. I’ll take their word for it.
So now I’m set on houseplants for a while. Too bad, Walgreens. You were a week late in getting your plants out. That’s actually OK with me. I’m probably ending up with healthier plants purchased from Lowe’s than I would ever get down there at the corner of happy and healthy.
(Photo taken by my daughter)
A week or so later, while visiting our grandparents farm, my grandfather returned my Peanuts book. I was shocked when I looked at the cover of it. With a blue, ballpoint pen, my grandfather had written all over the face of it, giving his thoughts on the book. I was horrified he had defaced it.
To read my latest column in CityBeat, “The Gospel According to Peanuts,” click here.
(Photo from WordPress)
A version of this story appeared as a Facebook post on April 9, 2014.
On most mornings around nine-thirty, I look out my apartment window here in Downtown Covington, Kentucky and watch an older neighbor in a motorized wheelchair cross the street. I know in his lap is a bag of Little Friskies cat food. I also know where the man is going. He and I have talked about it.
My neighbor is heading towards a side street and an abandoned house where he’ll be feeding some kittens. Their mother got hit by a car more than a few weeks ago.
Rain or shine, he makes that trip every morning. It’s like his mission in life is to keep those kittens alive. Sometimes I think the kittens are keeping him alive too.
(Image from travelpod.com)