Another Shopping Wednesday
Wed., December 3, 05:45 PM
I may not get another chance – it was bright and clear today, even though it was cold. I bundled up and hit the three “biggies” – for me – while the going was good. First good walk I’ve had in a week.
Sam’s Club opens earlier, so I brought my little list over there, walked through and got out. If you drive out of that plaza the back way, the road leads to Stop & Shop. I was out of there by 11:30 (which is when Costco opens for general customers), but I went home with the perishables; I checked stuff out (i.e., made sure Husband was still breathing), and was off to Costco. And I did The Walk at Costco too. For the most part, I stuck to the list, except for fresh vegetables and day-old pastries at the supermarket. (I’m a great believer in day-old pastries, even though I’ve never been near Cowtown.)
So I’ve gotten some exercise, which means that maybe my bones don’t hurt as much, but my muscles will be talking tomorrow morning. I kept thinking of more and more things I’m grateful for.
- I’m so happy I have a good, comfortable car.
- I’m grateful for a garage, not just because it keeps the car out of the weather, but also because, in the Cheesebox, I can drive right into the basement. There is no pressure to carry everything upstairs right away. As a matter of fact, it’s a better place to store soda than the refrigerator.
- How wonderful to have grocery carts, something you can hold onto when your feet forget they’re supposed to hold you up!
As you know, I’m not a big celebrator this time of the year, but I must admit, the music is magnificent. I’ve kept the radio on much of the day – in the house, in the car – and even heard one of my favorites, “We Need a Little Christmas.” M.D. thinks it’s a most depressing song, but I find it uplifting. If you’re familiar with Auntie Mame as a book or as a moving starring Rosalind Russell, you’ll recognize the scene even if you don’t know the musical that produced the song. When the family was really going through hard times and Auntie Mame had just lost her job, she decided they would just celebrate, even though Christmas was weeks away. They had a wonderful celebration and, as it turned out, it was the beginning of much happier times. The lyric still gets to me:
Grown a little sadder, grown a little older,
And I need a little angel sitting on my shoulder,
I need a little Christmas now.
It’s nearly forty years since I saw “Mame” (the musical) on Broadway, and I wish someone would do a revival – or a film version. It gives you a little faith in humanity.
