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There I was, on the top of my tippy toes, a would-be heroine of the supermarket, brandishing the largest roll of Reynolds Wrap – surely the only thing in the store older than me. With my signature scarlet red overcoat (of Toots fame) and my ballerina flats, I hoisted my box of foil in an attempt to slay a box of Saran Wrap on the very top shelf.

There was a younger man – a fit-as-a-fiddle power shopper reading the label of something or other, a last-minute purchaser on Christmas Eve day. The store with aisles crammed with eleventh hour shoppers for that one ingredient needed. He seemed oblivious to my to-and-fro lunges as I leapt across the aisle with my weapon of choice in pursuit of the one item I needed.

On the very top shelf (isn’t it always so?), in the very back of said shelf were two rolls of the plastic wrap I needed. One on top of the other, as far back as possible and quite impossible for me to reach. I made room on the very bottom shelf to step upon, but, really? me? I don’t do well on any steps, let alone the very bottom shelf of everything and anything used in food storage.

I reconnoitered, looked helpless and hopeless, but, no one seemed to notice me, especially the fit-as-a-fiddle shopper, who seemed oblivious to my plight. He was at least six feet tall. What WAS he reading?

I uttered an “oh bother“, then proclaimed “en garde” as I leapt upward in a determined maneuver to pry the sticky wrap down, only to be bombarded with parchment paper and snack sized plastic bags. A squeaky wheeled cart snuck past and then a kiddie-cart whose diminutive driver actually looked up at me.

“One more try” said I to self. I lunged once more – then heard a sweet voice say “let me help you“. I looked down to the see the softest beige coat with hair to match gazing up at me. Not more than an inch taller, she said “We short people have to help each other out. Let me get that for you. ” – and she did. She reached WAY up and she nailed it. Really. She had these perfectly polished long nails and nailed it! She handed me the plastic wrap, I thanked her, wished her a Merry Christmas – and she drove out of sight.

Am I the only one who has such adventures at the grocery store?

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A short doctor’s visit (the visit, not the doctor), the visit routine, and a quick walk around the Center for Health (great way to get extra steps in, for I AM counting my steps these days). I had a few stops on my way back home and a text message  from my Tom asking if I’d like to meet for lunch at Cafe Calbay. Of course I would. Cafe Calbay is one of our favorite little diners with a 1950s feel; a wrap-around counter and vinyl seat charm.

I was about 20 minutes early, so, parked my aging mocha VW with a latte interior, and wandered over to the little consignment shop around the block. It is a very sweet little shop with vintage furniture, classic books, dishes and dolls and seasonal “stuff”.

As I opened the door, I caught a glimpse of red and white plaid (or was it checks?), but, couldn’t maneuver my way around two shop volunteers who were busy in conversation about grandchildren, what to wear to a tropical wedding and whether or not the table the two of them were dusting was shiny enough.

At long last, an opening, behind the chair, which was whispering “Penny, come check the price tag“. I did, and nearly swooned into a faint.

$20.00

I sucked myself in and squeezed in a less-than-ladylike maneuver around the chair, ever-so-careful of the Christmas ornaments displayed on the attractive breakfront.  A wee little tear in the chair’s upholstery was the only flaw. Look left. Look right. Stand up. Sit down. Perfect!  This wing-back was beyond comfortable and the ottoman was just the right height.

I pulled out my cell phone and took a photo, for the chair was posed quite contentedly with the noonday sun warming its seat, then, I scurried out the door, for Tom was surely waiting in the cafe. I’d show him the photo and we would come back.

While visions of sugarplums danced in my head (for this was THE perfect chair to flank the fireplace) we ate our lunch.

Sated and satisfied, Mutt and Jeff walked back to the little shop, and I gasped, for there was one of the conversant volunteers, putting something on the back of MY chair, and there stood a man, not MY man but another’s, who had just purchased my checked sit-upon.

She who hesitates . . .

 

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IMG_7400Some spring days start by getting down and dirty amid tender shoots, plant divisions and cuttings, all while setting out a festive French picnic with some of the most delightful women around, and end up in the company of one of the sweetest persons on earth, our daughter Jennifer.

Monday was one of those spring days.

Our garden club held is springtime plant sale. Members bring divisions, cutting, slips and shoots that are sold. I only brought a few plants home this time – and that was because I was one of several women who were the month’s hostesses. Our garden here are abundant with plants that made their way up the Cutoff from the gardens of our club’s members.

DSCN8020While members of the horticulture committee were trying not to get dirt on their clothes arranging pots of herbs, perennials, and grasses, the hostesses set up a springtime Parisian lunch. From croissants to cream puffs, and everything in between, it was a tasty spread and a delightful group to serve with and I saw the hort ladies working hard, trying to show the members various plant donations while making sure the Mansion was kept clean.

As I sat down for an informative presentation on plants to use for outdoor pots, my phone pulsed and there was a message from Jennifer, wondering if I would like to meet up with her for some shopping at the Oak Brook Shopping Center.

Would I?  When a daughter rings I’m thrilled, so, when the meeting was done and our cars re-loaded with all the accouterments of a French picnic. I headed to Oak Brook to find Jennifer.

Aren’t cell phones wonderful?

We shopped and talked and stopped for some little bites at the Nordstrom Cafe, and talked some more and I just couldn’t help but bask in the glow of a wonderful spring day. After we hugged goodbye and Jenny went her way, I mine, I got down and dirty just one more time when I saw these golden tulips dancing in the spring breeze.

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