10 December 2014

Notes - Macy's / favorite things / rattling

         Mid-morning. You are getting ready to go to a Macy’s sale – your first one in this lifetime. It only runs until eleven o’clock. The sale is partially on Presto griddles. Kim and Carol both would like new ones as the old ones recently bit the dust, so to speak. – Amorella

         0902 hours. I assume that by the time we arrive they will be gone, but who knows. Carol wants a new toaster also. Both are fine with me as if that makes any difference. Things get old and wear out after a couple of decades. I think Kim got her griddle (for eggs and pancakes) when she was at Miami before the turn of the century. As far as I know Carol did too. We don’t use them that often, mostly with company, or since the boys have wanted pancakes for breakfast. Shoot, the toaster could be from the eighties as far as I know. I use the microwave – nuking the bread or rolls into warmth rather than waste time waiting for a toaster to pop.

         Sales are exciting, boy. What if this were a new MacAir at half price? – Amorella

         0908 hours. I would have been there waiting since last night if that were the case. Indeed, that would be an awesome sale.

         Points of view. Post. - Amorella


         0945 hours. I didn’t have to go in and won’t have to unless Carol calls me to pick up what she buys while she continues shopping. There are cars here in the south Macy lot but it is not packed like I envisioned it would be.

         1022 hours. Carol called and I checked out the griddles, about half off so we bought two (one for Kim) and Carol decided she wanted a Shark floor steamer (for the kitchen, bathrooms and hallway) at thirty dollars off (daily special) so we brought those to the car and she headed back in. Amazing how this is. You see you are getting a deal (we saved over sixty dollars) and Carol will feel better about clean floors, especially in the kitchen because of Jadah and Spooky. The point is, why does the adrenalin start flowing? It is like we are Pavlov’s dogs. I don’t even care about these/ things but I found myself immediately excited that we saved some money. I mean if we hadn’t come in for the sale we would have saved a lot more. Personally, I can’t remember the last time I got pumped at a sale. Buying electronics or a car, yes, but not a sale. I really don’t think I have ever been to a sale at a clothing store like Macy’s before. I am surprised at myself but not disgusted because this is obviously a human trait, just not one I am presently used to outside of automobiles and electronics. (1035)

         When you were a boy an electric train served as the gadget; then a bike, then model car and airplane kits; from there planes with gas powered engines and guides and for flying in circles. Shortwave radios became an additional fascination. From there you graduated to a Crossman pellet air rifle and a twenty-two for target practice. Then, the added focus was motorbikes and motor scooters and they served until 1958 when you bought (out of your own savings), your stick, 1949, two-door Ford V8 with over ninety thousand miles on it. – Amorella

         1052 hours. Wow. The only thing you left out was my comfort blanket when I was three and four. I called it my “B” and I carried it around, almost like I do my MacAir today. Everyone has their favorite things. The most fun I ever had target practicing was with Dad’s Weatherby 300 magnum that was good for killing very large game.


         You are home and settling in before further errands and lunch. Post. - Amorella

         1255 hours. We are at Target at the VOA Centre before lunch at Smashburgers. I feel like this blog is becoming somewhat like Pepys Diary though on a much more common social scale in the great American Midwest. Mostly it is habit and in a sense showing why I am not writing much presently. There are too many distractions this time of year. Tomorrow Carol has her breakfast and taking Ann with her to First Watch. I have lunch at the Grand Oriental with Rich and Bud. It has quite good reviews and has been on Fields Ertel forever but we have never eaten at the place.

         Carol stopped at Target and bought the Black and Decker griddles there because they appear better than the Presto. You volunteered to return the others as Carol is about ‘shopped out’ for the day. This means another trip down to Macy’s at the Kenwood Town Centre. – Amorella

         1448 hours. We are at Kroger’s on Tylersville for a few odds and ends. It has been another busy day so far. The Honda finally turned over 69,000 miles. Carol asked me earlier today if I wanted another year of Motor Trend and I told her no. I think we are done with cars no matter what my fancy. We were talking about going to Washington again sometime. I love the Smithsonian, the city and the surrounds; maybe in the Spring for the Cherry Blossoms. We’ve seen most everything there is to see there at least once. We could stay at the Americana Hotel again. We love this inexpensive historical 1960’s motel only two blocks from The Underground (shopping, restaurants and the Crystal City Metro Station); our cup of tea plus free parking.

         2026 hours. We watched Monday night’s “Castle” then stopped shortly after. We had a light snack supper. Carol is upstairs thinking about bed as she has breakfast out in the morning. It is amazing how much different life is when you are doing things every day. I don’t know how people focus except when at whatever work they are doing at the time. I am going to bed at nine.

         You find there are not enough hours in the day caused by interruptions in thought or worse, no sustainable thought to begin with. – Amorella

         2035 hours. Life is a jangle of light, sound and speculation based on a code of terminal survival. That’s it for tonight. I like to hope life is more. Today, we were driving home on Tylersville Road and someone in front of us had a bumper sticker: “God is Pro Life”. How can someone make such a statement? I like to hope life is more. That’s all I can do. I would rather imagine that each light on a Christmas tree is as a universe where conscious life may flower and flourish for a time. That may be enough even without wonderment. Being. We are a segment of consciousness in the plural. This is a statement that makes sense (to me) even without hope.

         Rattling on again boy and in silence no less. Post, and let the night be. - Amorella

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