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Sun, Feb 18, 2007

Girl Scout Cookies

Posted at 10:40 pm MST to Miscellaneous

My business partner Shawn and his teenaged son Shane came over this afternoon and dug a slot through the Davidson Mesa glacier that my truck could fit through. It took them several hours of very hard work. The snow was so slushy the snowblower kept clogging and they did a lot of hand shovelling. I tried to help, but I kept having odd dizzy spells (I slept 12 hours last night which is very rare for me -- I hope I'm not coming down with something).

Once I was able to get the truck out to the main road, I went shopping. First Wild Oats, then SuperTarget for a few things Wild Oats doesn't carry, like non-virgin (promiscuous?) olive oil and powdered milk. I use Extra Virgin Olive Oil for some things, but prefer the Light Olive Oil for situations where I want oil but not the olive flavor. (The two varieties of olive oil is the only vegetable oil I keep in my kitchen.)

I also got some organic fruits and vegetables at SuperTarget rather than at Wild Oats, which is a little perverse since Wild Oats is a specialty and natural-foods grocer. But I've had bad luck with the produce at that Wild Oats store and generally good luck at SuperTarget for produce I want in smaller quantities than Costco sells. Today I was impressed by how much of SuperTarget's produce was labeled organic, possibly a reaction to being in the same shopping complex as Wild Oats.

SuperTarget was out of the particular style of Iams cat food that Dinah eats, so I looped over to the Petsmart store (also in the same complex), and arrived just as some Girl Scouts were packing up their cookies and card table, preparing to end their day of sales. I bought some Thin Mints out of the car.

I have sold Girl Scout Cookies myself. I was a Girl Scout in 4th through 6th grade, and even attended day camp one summer. I never earned many badges because I was compulsive about fulfilling all of the official requirements before I claimed a badge, and a lot of the requirements were really boring. (I have the distinct impression that many of my colleagues were less picky about filling the requirements before they claimed their badges.) A lot of the badges were really boring too.

I had my mother's old Girl Scout Handbook, and it had more interesting badges and badge requirements than the ones in my own Handbook. Actually, my being a Girl Scout was her idea, not mine. I'm too anti-social to do well in that sort of organized activity. I was more relieved than anything that there was no Troop available at the Seventh grade level.

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