I had planned to get an early start this morning, head over to the bank, then to K-Mart and Kroger’s for a couple of items, and spend the day unlaxing in a luxurious way at home. But then Irene called and told me she would be here to clean today, so I made it a later start than I wanted. Not much later though.
I get tickled when Irene comes in these days and sees that my energy spurt is still working on overdrive. All she really had to do was vacuum, and haul off the latest bags of discards from my closet and shelves. She is another $10 closer to her dude ranch get-away in August, due to a lottery win last week. The lucky lady ahead of her won $35,000, but Irene only got $10. Still, every dollar helps I guess. I’m not a lucky person, so I don’t bet on things. On the other hand, if I do make a bet, the person, thing or team is a sure loser.
When Don was here yesterday we were talking about the primary election tomorrow, and he asked me if I had decided which candidate I was going to vote for. I told him I knew which one I wanted to win, but that usually the one I voted for lost, so maybe I should vote for the one I don’t want to win and that way he would lose. If that makes sense to anyone but me, I feel sorry for you, because that means your brain is as rattled as mine is.
Anyway, I got to the bank, cashed my check and went to K-Mart. Forgot my list, of course, but I did remember what I was there for. Got my ink cartridge, the potting soil and pots, and found a sprig of dill (not on the list) that the March of Dimes was selling for $1 as a fund raiser, so I bought that mostly because I love dill. I was really proud of myself when I went through checkout, because I hadn’t even visited the clothing section. I don’t need new clothes, just if I see some in my size I sometimes grab them if they are on sale. Hey! I’m a woman! That makes it okay, okay?
After leaving K-Mart I traveled along the sidewalk to Kroger’s for bananas, eggs and Dr. Pepper. That was all. Three items. While I was putting the bananas in my lap basket, a lady (?) with a huge shopping cart was trying to crowd me out of the section by pushing her way in completely disregarding the fact that I was in her way and there were people behind and all around me. That’s okay. It’s not like I had any place else to be in a big hurry. I could sit there in my chair and out wait her all day long if she wanted to push the issue. No one was falling over me, and I was comfortable, so about 10 minutes later, she seemed to realize she wasn’t going to get any bananas until I got out of the way, and I couldn’t get out of the way until she moved, so she let me out, I rewarded myself with some asparagus, and then went on to get the eggs and colas.
I’ve found that for every rude person like that one, there are a dozen people who want to help. When I opened the door to pull out some eggs a lady saw me struggling with the door and rushed over to help. She pulled the eggs out for me, told me to look them over, and didn’t move until she was satisfied they were all okay and I was happy. A little boy helped me choose some yogurt, also not on the list, but at 3 for a dollar, why not? I like yogurt for between meal snacks, and it made a little boy happy. Another person picked up one of my shopping bags that had fallen off the back of my chair without my knowing it. All in all, I live in a really great town with friendly, helpful people around me. Drivers wave at each other as they go down the streets and roads, when I’m driving my wheels across the parking lots the cars will stop and wait until I cross and wave at me. I like that. I do know, however, to never, ever try to cross Frederica Street. That would be suicide. Even crossing when the light is red is dangerous, because the light changes within one minute. That’s the tough part of small town living.
We do have more than one stop light in town, but I know which streets to avoid crossing, and believe me, Frederica is one of them. J.R Miller Blvd. is another. The best place is to go down town where the streets are best for crossing. There is more foot traffic there, the buildings are prettier, the river is there. And one day soon, I’ll be there again, this time with my camera in hand. And a Polaroid lens so I can see what I’m shooting, I hope.