My Chariot I Ride...

Rode my sparkly, new Scwhinn mountain bike into downtown.  Spent some time browsing in the shops.  I thought it was neat I rode from Alabama into Georgia on a bike.  Shopping seems so foreign to me now, though.  I stood as I looked at prices and they all seemed like hundreds and hundreds of dollars.  I only had a few measly bucks to my name leftover from my trip to Chuck's Barbeque.  My journey ended at Fred's dollar store in the shopping center.  I bought a pack of $1 dollar Benadryl to tide me over until Dad comes tonight.  At least I have my Soma. 

I left downtown and stopped in the railyard one more time.  A huge CSX crane was unloading an old Seaboard Coastline boxcar at the railroad museum.  I gawked as that spindly crane carefully unloaded it's cargo.  I clapped as they righted the boxcar upon it's trucks on the track.  The museum's menagerie of old railroad equipment continues to grow.  I don't know how this museum supports itself, though, as no one ever visits. 

I dread work tonight.  I am supposed to organize all the paperwork for our home healthcare operation.  I actually volunteered, but didn't realize what I was getting into.  I may be at work until after closing.  That's okay.   My father stays until nine every night anyway.  I hope he is in a good mood and I can spend some time with him -- quality time.