I may be my Papa’s girl but I am my mother’s daughter. Proof?
Friday afternoon we had to go to the grocery store for the
supplies for Sunday’s dinner and the breakfast I was creating for a late second dinner that
evening. I hate the grocery store. This is not an unfounded feeling! It’s because I’m not there often enough to
know where things are and I end up wandering for many more minutes than would
be necessary if I knew the store. I was trying to put on a happy face, time was
short for us {per usual} and I did not want an ornery moment to ruin even a
minute. But we couldn’t find the pumpkin
puree. For three aisles I kept my mouth
shut. I scanned the shelves but could
find nothing and hiding my frustration vibes is impossible. Special words ran through
my mind but were not released. Finally
he asked, “Kas, do you want me to help you?”
I hid the roll of my eyes and nodded my head. He took the cart and led the way, back three
aisles. There on the second to last
shelf sat the puree. DANG HIM!! It was
at this moment that I expressed my HATRED for the grocery store. He did his best not to laugh in my face but
failed. It wasn't until we sat at dinner that I finally let go of my frustration and laughed about it all.
Saturday Doc and I made a trip to Tai Pan Wholesale {or
something to that end}. I was so excited
as the end result was Christmas but quickly got overwhelmed with all of the
pretty/sparkly/shiny/breaky items on the shelves {sticking out of the shelves
and hitting my head as I walked past}.
We went through a doorway and Christmas smacked us in the face. THERE WAS SO MUCH!! He was asked if I
liked a sort-of-sparkly-pinecone set or a super-sparkly-pinecone set and I replied the
sort-of-sparkly set with a bit of a frown on my face as I was not thrilled with the
sparkles. He picked up on that {I’m not
sure if he should get credit for being observant or if I should learn to have a
bit of a better poker face} and then pulled some non-sparkly-pinecones and said,
“These.” I smiled and said sincerely, “This
is why I keep you around Doc.” As my words escaped my mouth I immediately
heard a laugh. It was not the deep laugh
of Doc. It was almost a snorted laugh as
it was attempted to be stifled. I turned
to discover U {He was decked out in his Ute gear}, probably mid-thirties
slightly balding friend, following around his wife or sister. Then I started to
giggle, my anxiety of all of these decisions {silver/gold, pine/more pine,
thick ribbon/skinny ribbon, red/red {yep, two different reds} fading away into
nothing as SOMEONE understood. We still spent an hour roaming
those aisles but every 15 min or so U would walk by and we would share a mutual
understanding and nod. Please do NOT misunderstand, I am more than thrilled for my Christmas and more than thrilled for the time Doc and I spent laughing {as he was humorous as we walked through his happy place}. But I am not comfortable in this store, I don't have knowledge of things in this store. I have to ask so many questions and then be asked so many questions about my opinions. Even my credit card company thought it was funny that I
was there – they don’t deny my card at the clubs in LA at 2 am {purchasing
Coke} but the RED FLAGS go up when I’m at a wholesale ‘make house and home
pretty’ place … that made me laugh!
And then we have yesterday.
Sunday dinner. I do not claim to
be a chef/baker, in fact I often claim the contrary. But it’s fall, which is almost my
favorite. And it’s pumpkin taste time,
which is one of my favorite tastes. And
so for my family, which I love so very much, I cooked out of a pumpkin ~ for 12
people. As I listened to Christmas music
{putting me in a happy place for the cooking moments} I laughed, an apron clad
Kasi in her tights browning meat, gutting a pumpkin, and dicing the
onions. Only for those I love and only
if the presentation is appropriate.
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