Don't get me wrong…I love xmas present shopping. I am not one of those that has trouble figuring out what to buy for people and I love it. And whether I have money or don't (I've done plenty in both camps) I don't care. I love it.
Today I set off to do some of that. I hit a mall that I would start at one end, ending at the other where a winners/home sense was. I felt like success was going to be had.
And I was successful. Along the way I managed to pick up a good lot of what I needed. And not only that, I walked right into the wrapping place. Most the presents I bought today are wrapped!
But then I ended up in Winners. I walked towards the back and what should I spy but the most gorgeous painting. Its long and narrow. Length is taller than Monte (6'7") and about two feet wide. It hangs horizontally. I walked away from it several times but it kept drawing me back. Then I saw someone get her husband to hold it awkwardly up so she could step back and see it. I panicked!!! I rushed over and frantically said how sorry I was but I was buying it and it wasn't for sale. They sort of looked at me strangely and the husband silently handed it over. I managed to struggle it into the buggy…which put that sucker twelve feet into the air and leaning over so far we were in danger of decapitating someone. I got it up to the register and they got me one of those buggies that gets through their door without freezing to the spot.
I wended my way all the way back through that packed and busy mall, narrowly missing people and posts. And when I stopped in at the wrapping place they all had kind of horrified looks on their faces until I set them at ease that they wouldn't be wrapping it.
I did okay until I got to the automatic door leading out of the mall. It was single door size. As I got the nose of the buggy through, it became obvious that I was going to have to take that picture out of the buggy to get it through. So I pulled it up up up and then backed up and then had to hold it horizontally smacking a stupid lady behind me. She could have moved. After whacking the door, the railing, more people I managed to get outside. I put the damned thing back in the buggy and the woman I smacked says, as she walks by, "All that work for that ugly thing?" Cow!
And then….at the car which, by the way, had Parker in it, it wouldn't fit. Not with a giant dog there. What the hell? This is the second time in my life I have done this…bought a painting so big it won't fit in the vehicle. I parked the buggy beside the car nosing into the empty neighbouring spot. Of course a giant diesel truck tried to park there and just sat idling and waited. GO PARK SOMEWHERE ELSE BOZO! But he didn't.
Meanwhile I have this giant painting half in and half out of the back of the car. The car is a little scion station wagon and the back seats were flat but with the dog in there it wouldn't work lying over top of the passenger front seat. It took me forever but I used to be a tretris whiz so I did figure it out. I stood it on its side and slid it from the back up between the passenger seat and the passenger door. Fit perfectly. Mr giant truck waited that whole time.
I went back to winners and bought a buggy load more, half of which was for me. Platters, bowls, pitchers…I just can't resist. And, I know Spod was there in spirit shaking me and yelling no the whole time, but I bought another awesome purse. I took one look at it and walked away. Then came back and walked away and came back and finally bought it. I am weak.
The last couple of days have been full and busy. I had lunch on Fri. with a friend that ended up taking up a fascinating three hours. He had the most fantastical story to tell. I then spent two and half hours in telus buying my iphone 6plus. I LOVE it. But it tends to fall out of my bra. I have to be careful. Its pretty big. Yesterday Emily came out for some Indian cooking lessons and we made an Indian feast to die for. Then last night we sat around playing word games and listened to records. Exactly what we used to do when I was their age. Throwback evening. TTYL
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