I've been judging the Strawberry Cook-off at the Georgia Strawberry Fesitval for a couple of years now. I allowed the usual amount of time to get to Reynolds, but I didn't count on the bad weather.
So I was late getting there, and the organizers had to find another judge. That was OK. I told her to make sure she gets the winning recipe and the winning chook to me as soon as she could. So I went across the street and bought enough strawberries for my family.
We left Reynolds with Nancy's car smelling like strawberries. We dropped some off at Fred and Cheryl's house in Upatoi. We played with the Chihuahuas for a while, then went to do some shopping at Target and Big Lots!
As we were going home, Cheryl called. She was at a new indoor flea market on Armour Road. It's not open just yet, but they're taking reservations for booths. Cheryl, who is a master flea market and yard sale shopper, decided to get a booth there. She met a like-minded woman who was there getting her booth set up. I don't understand. I just don't.
After we left Cheryl, we did get home. Nancy dropped me off before she went hom.
My mother needed some things from the grocery store. I went to the Winn-Dixie up the street. It was around 6:30 p.m.
As I was getting a shopping cart, I stopped near the door, to put my umbrella in my cart. I should have moved away from the door.
I heard one of the baggers coming in, pushing a bunch of shopping carts. Somehow, when he was running in with the carts, the first three or four, still stuck together, came loose from the long train of carts and slammed into my right leg. It was excruciating. I was almot knocked down. If I weren't overweight, I would have hit the floor! I can't believe that I'm saying it's a good thing I'm overweight! I wasn't laughing at the time because I was bent over with pain.
The young man didn't seem concerned. Just mumbled sorry and walked away quickly. I can't even tell you what he looked like because my leg hurt so much.
I wanted to tell the manager, but the store was so busy that she was working one of the registers.
I don't want to get the boy in trouble. I just want him and the other baggers who get the carts to be careful. I mean, what if he hit one of the many seniors who shop there?
So I've been kind of limping all day. And then, my right knee sore for some reason. I'm just falling apart!
At least the evening ended a little better. My mother and I talked to my Aunt Mizue and cousins Kotoe and Miho on Skype. It's always good to see and talk to them.
I'm going to take some Aleve and go to bed.