Respect or Lack of

this is a story about three people who earned no respect this morning.

The first was the greeter at Meijers whose sigh and eye roll earned no respect when I asked her for an electric cart.

I used my list but succumbed to a few impulse buys along the way. Half pound Hershey bars were on clearance. Probably because they are planning to decrease the volume and increase the price. So I bought some of those. The milk (priced at 3.09) was free if you bought two packages of oreo cookies (on sale 2 for 5.00) so I bought some of those. Natural Wheat bread, that was packaged just like my favorite Brownberry brand was buy one get one free. So I bought some of those. My cart was over flowing.

Now comes the cashier. I can't do it myself any more and it doesn't matter how far down the store the first working cashier is because I'm using the electric cart and travel is easy. The cashiers have those bag carousel things at the end of the counters and I can usually, from my sitting position, take each bag and put it in the cart as she fills it. So now I have the bread, some lunch meat and both packages of cookies in the first bag. As I try to lift it into the cart I say "You're kidding, right?" And as I am re-packing that, she is rapidly filling bags.

I am putting them into my cart, leaving a corner space for the milk. I stop to take care of the payment part of the dance and as soon as she thrusts the paperwork into my hands she comes around the counter and I am thinking "Oh good, I'm going to get help". She piles the rest of the bags into the cart and her parting words are "Don't forget your milk, I don't know where you want to put that."

Where indeed. Short of unloading and re-packing the cart there is no place for the milk. So I put it on the floorboard at my feet and proceed to the parking lot. Usually I will transfer my groceries to a regular cart and wheel that out to my car. The thought of lifting that milk is what made me ride the electric cart all the way to my car. That cashier earned no respect from me.

Now I wheel up to the back of my car and there appears beside me a cart-collector guy. I'm thinking I will not have to lift that milk into the car. Silly me. He was standing so close to the cart, I had to say "Excuse me" to be able to stand up. He moved far enough away to let me open the trunk and that's where he stood till I was all done packing the bags into the trunk. When I was near the end of the bags I almost said "Would you get that milk for me?" but I was fuming a little by then and was going to show him I didn't need no stinkin help.

When I closed the trunk he said "I'll take the cart back." and I said "Thank you." How does that thank you fall out so easily. The sentence I had in mind did end with you but it didn't start with thank.

Meijers is still my favorite place to shop. Most of the employees are courteous and helpful and I don't know why I had to encounter all 3 of the rude ones today.

The Visit

Mama came to visit me this morning. I was standing at the stove when I heard movement in the other room. I assumed it was Gretchen getting ready for work so I continued what I was doing with my back turned. When I turned and looked up there was Mama sitting in my chair in the living room. I was so glad to see her. I rushed in and leaned over to hug her and said how sorry I was to be living in a place where she had never been, and how did she find me. She said that she hadn't come alone. I heard noise in the bathroom and realized that Pa had come with her.

Before he could reveal himself, I was well and truly awake. I should have realized it was a dream because there is no way I can bend over like that. But the warm, fuzzy feeling of having seen her stays with me.

It occurs to me that my children might feel the same way about me. Happy to see me and be in the same room. I'm a little high maintenance right now but I want them to know that I will be visiting them forever even when its just in a dream.

Lazy Days

My mother went on Retreat. Retreat is something Catholics used to do (and quite possibly still do) for a day or a weekend to help kick start their spirituality. With the added bonus of a couple that I have been on, of getting away from the kids for a day or a weekend.

During her Retreat, a lecturer asked the women to write down on a piece of paper one negative attribute about themselves. My mother wrote "lazy". Then all these pieces of paper were gathered and dumped into a makeshift fire pit and the lecturer said he was going to set fire to them and the women would feel cleansed of these attributes.

My mother did not wish to be "cleansed" of her laziness. It was all she could do not to jump up and say "Wait, I want mine back." But, of course burning the papers did not make the attributes disappear, and my mother continued to enjoy being lazy till the end of her days.

In fact, her laziness is alive and well and living in her favorite daughter. My days of actually having to get dressed and do something outside the house are getting fewer and farther between. Its not that I don't like doing things outside the house (well, I kind of don't) but I love the lazy days.

That's OK Grandma

Usually Jackson stories belong to Erika but these two are mine.

While eating lunch at my kitchen table yesterday one of my front teeth broke. The one right next to the one that they fixed last time. When he saw my mouth with a tooth missing Jackson said, "That's OK Grandma, another one will grow in there."

Later he had reluctantly agreed that we could go shopping. He wanted to do something more fun than that but I told him we needed to go to the bathing suit store because I needed a bathing suit. There was someone moving out in my parking lot and their truck was blocking my car so he knew we had to wait till the truck left. While he was watching out the front door for the truck to leave he turned around and said, "Actually, Grandma already has a bathing suit."

Who expects a 3 year old to begin a sentence with actually?

I convinced him that since my bathing suit was black, I needed one with flowers on it. He likes flowers. I did find 2 bathing suits, both with flowers and Erika got one with Polka Dots. It turned out he loved polka dots on Erika.