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.
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.
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