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Don Wallace
I guess I'm officially getting to be an old fogey.
I find myself griping about high prices and the weather.
Next I will be lost in a hardware store unable to find a rain gauge, mulch or wild bird food.
Yep, that time is coming fast.
How hot was it?
I try not complain about the Texas heat. I am a native Texan, I know what it's like outdoors this time of year. That recent bout with triple digit temps sure took a toll on me. I don't expect that kind of heat until August.
My backyard garden is stalled out, my bird sanctuary is losing feathered members very quickly as the birds look for cooler weather, elsewhere.
I'm holding out for a scattered shower.
Holes in my jeans
Speaking of ventilated clothing - I just don't get wearing tattered jeans as a fashion statement.
When I was a kid, I was told directly by my sweet Mom to avoid putting holes in my clothes.
Now, it is all the rage for pants to have big, gaping holes and you buy them like that at the store.
My Mom wasted all that time applying iron-on patches on my jeans back in the day. Little did she know they would come into vogue. I even saw several folks sporting them at church. I guess they were truly "Holy" jeans.
Jerked around by prices
What's the deal with the high price of beef jerky? Every package I saw was $7.99 for two ounces. A larger bag was $16.88 for 10 ounces, what a bargain! A variety pack was advertised at $31.99 for five small packages.
I know jerky is made from select cuts of beef, turkey and other products that are expensive, but $8 bucks for a pack you could eat in one sitting is ridiculous.
The stuff comes in all sorts of flavors ranging from sweet, to hot to ghost pepper for those inclined to eat the treat.
I guess I will have to keep avoiding my urge to give the new and improved jerky a try.
I had some jerky years ago and it was kind of tough on my teeth, not to mention my aging digestive tract.
Well, that's what old guys do, complain about their health and dream of another Super Bowl that will feature my Dallas Cowboys. An old guy can dream.
I think it's more likely for gas prices to sharply decline before Jerry Jones gets another Super Bowl ring.