A sardonic commentary, including book and movie reports and travelogues from a former Amish boy who is now an aging skeptic.
Friday, July 10, 2015
For most of our married life, I bought the groceries. I loved it. It seemed like a modern manly version of "bringing home the bacon." Of course, I can't drive anymore, and in the store I would probably have thought that I was grabbing one item, only to windup with the one next to it, so the grocery-shopping duties followed the keys to Rosalee. The other day, I noticed that Rosalee had bought some green bananas. I was so pleased.