Day 213: Saturday, first day of the long weekend... Time for a trip into the big city to get ready for Thanksgiving. We all had breakfast and hopped in the car. Lots on the agenda. Skate blades need sharpening but the place was already closed for the long weekend. Food... We needed only a few things. Unfortunately they proved harder to find than anticipated... Someone apparently went into the bulkbarn and bought the whole entire bin of wild rice. Now wouldn't you order that if you knew you needed a 100 lbs of wild rice? Specially just before Thanksgiving... Not sure how the logic played out on that... They thought what? Oh I'm sure that's not going to inconvenience anyone... What the fuck do you do with that much wild rice... Like fuck we only needed 1/2 cup... We went to 6 other stores... No luck. Wal-Mart, shoes for the boy and a pair of jeans that aren't almost 20 inches to big for me was in order... All the shopping was making the wife nuts, she doesn't like shopping... We gave up and went for lunch. A&W, they will wrap anything you want in a bunch of lettuce, which all in all isn't a bad idea. Photos, we needed photos printed before leaving town. Well, we tried at Wal-Mart earlier but the staff there had no idea how their own equipment worked... Almost like they were in training for a job at Staples. Morons... We tried shoppers... The machine was out of ink... 3 of them... Looked fishy to me, I asked them to call the other shoppers before I head over there to try again... My suspicion was confirmed... Theirs were broken... Sounds more like a COVID19 conspiracy to me than a city wide photo machine meltdown. I went to the grocery store and found a photo machine that had ink and no mysterious malfunctions. By now everyone was dying to get the hell out of town, which we did post haste. We scavenged leftovers from the fridge for dinner and once again watched some Blacklist before bed.