We had such a beautiful day today. The sun finally made another appearance late yesterday, the temp rose to a balmy lower 50 F., a gentle breeze was blowing, and Rose asked me if I wanted to go to Wally World, otherwise known as Sprawlmart in my home. To give credit where it is due, Sprawlmart is another of the “rayisms” I am very fond of. My all time favorite though is “I forget if I remember that or not”. I call them rayisms because a guy named Ray said it first.
So, apartment inspections were first on the agenda today, and as soon as we each passed our own inspections I met Rose downstairs, managed to finally see her car after she blew the horn several times and finally got out of the car and yelled my name.I have a lousy sense of direction where horn blowing and name yelling are concerned. I also have problems identifying cars. Most people tell me the make and model of their car but that makes no sense to me. I couldn’t identify any car, past or present with one possible exception. The ’57 Chevy has always been my dream car. Okay, I made it to the car, got some sloppy kisses from my furry friend, Tessa, and we took off for Meijers first, Sprawlmart next and then the others noticed a thrift shop on the horizon. I have a certain weakness for boxes, all types of boxes, and the shop we visited today had dozens of them, all types and sizes, and they all tried to jump in my cart as I went past them. I fought them off bravely but in the end five of them sneaked into the stuff as I was checking out so what could I do? They overflowed the car but we are nothing if not inventive packers of cars. I brought them home, along with the bamboo and jasmine plants that had jumped into the cart at Meijers.
After limping back to the car we agreed we will not go to another thrift shop for a few months. They are too dangerous to the pocketbook. One $3.00 item is a bargain but one hundred of those bargains are too many. I didn’t actually get 100 of anything but after bringing it all up the the apartment and putting it away the number of items just seemed to grow larger and larger. I didn’t have my power chair at the stores so there were
no incidents of destruct, um, I mean very few cases of running my cart into the displays and knocking stuff over. I can actually move furniture with the chair but it’s less likely with just the cart. So now it’s late night and I’m watching “Golden Girls” while settling in for the night. I haven’t done much of anything since putting the stuff away, trying to remember the words to a poem I wrote several decades ago about “No U-hauls Behind A Hearse” which deals with accumulating so much un-needed stuff and the fact of life, I cant take it with me in the end. Not a problem though. I’ll do another big decluttering spree one day soon and get rid of a lot of the excess. It probably will go back to the shop I got it from today and someone else will enjoy it for a while. Now I’m gonna kick back and veg out for a few days and nights — or Friday, whichever comes first!