Yesterday, I picked up the things I ordered from Kohl’s at early o’clock. That’s the time to shop there. Then I went to Dollar Tree for brown paper for the only package I have to mail, more Christmas paper, a Thanksgiving card for Aunt Ruby, and birthday paper for the two grands who have December birthdays (yes, my son and DIL did that twice – two kids within days of Christmas).
When the cashier – an older lady with pink, yellow and blue stripes in her long, fly-away hair – finished checking my purchases, she made a strange expression: a mixture of dubiousness and distaste. As if she could hardly believe it, she said, “Your total ends in 666.” (eyebrows raised and voice lowered now) “Would you like to make another purchase? How about a gift for a child for our donation box?” Her face said it all. I thought she was going to buy something for me if I didn’t get something. Anything. I laughed and chose a small doll from the box conveniently placed by the register for those who wish to donate something, and moved it to the donation box. A very small but decent gesture, the devil made me do it. The doll changed the total. The rainbow-haired cashier was visibly relieved, and all ended well.
We’ve made new friends. We met them through Crystal. She lived with them for a few months before she found her house, Brenda and Bob. They are a little older than us, but more social, and I don’t know how to say it. They aren’t necessarily more active than we are – especially H – but they “go” more than we do. They shop and lunch and stuff like that. Brenda loves to shop, and she loves bargains. H and I seldom shop in stores. We shop in stores mainly for groceries and supplies for our endless home projects. I don’t shop with Brenda. Nope. Won’t do that, but they are getting us out and about. H joined the wine club. That means we go to a tasting with them once a month and then for a late lunch or early dinner. Sometimes Crystal joins us and sometimes she doesn’t. I see this continuing. Brenda is funny. A little quirky, but I was raised on quirky with Aunt Ruby next door.
It’s funny how different the vibe can be in different neighborhoods. Our neighborhood, while very pretty, is not all that friendly. They wave, but there’s no reaching out. Only once or twice since we’ve moved here has anyone actually walked over to say hello while we were out in the yard. I’ve accosted a few people in their yards, though. Crystal’s neighborhood is entirely different. We’re always over there doing something, and neighbors come over and talk and stay for awhile. I know more neighbors in her neighborhood than I know in mine. It’s more eclectic. There’s a mixture of young and old. I like it.
H’s Latest Project
H’s most recent project was replacing the garbage disposal. It was about time. It hasn’t worked well for a while, but it finally stopped altogether last week. So he got a new one from Home Depot. I wish Home Depot would pay me a nickel for every time I’ve mentioned them in this blog over the last decade or so. The new garbage disposal is quiet. I like that.
It’s been cold as heck: in the low twenties the past few nights. All my beautiful flowers are gone. 😦