The Tm8o Patch

mood: contemplative

As I weebled and wobbled my way a-grocerying today (guts were being a pain in the arse), I noticed and reflected upon a multitude of things, some of which were quite interesting and amusing. I shall give you a sampling of, say, Five:

               * Grocery Stores are quite dangerous for those of us with spatial awareness issues. I don't talk on my cell when I'm doing stuff. Call me Puritanical, but I don't like to access or be accessible to people when I am paying attention to important things, like how much money I am dropping on produce. I am a dying breed it would seem. I may look like a frightened piece of potential roadkill when I am peeking out from between aisles, but believe me...it is essential to my survival. The Phonies are out to get me.

            * My family really, really, REALLY, likes liquids. As I am mentally adding, I took inventory. It was a jaw-dropping realization. Here goes: Orange Juice, Cranberry Juice, Lemonade, Skim Milk, Soy Milk, Chocolate Soy Milk, Chai Tea Concentrate, Iced Tea in bottles, 5 Gatorade Liter Bottles, 2 - 12 packs of Coke, Starbucks 4 pack Latte (a personal gift to myself for having to lug all this into the apartment), and a new jug of water. And there are only 3 of us. My poor bags.

          *Speaking of which, I've been wondering when the bag re-use thing is really going to catch on. With the cashiers, I mean. that's why I always loved Aldi...you HAD to bring your bags in, or you were out there on the sales floor, re-arranging their canned food area so that you would have some boxes to carry your food home in...or you would have to BUY bags. But when I go to your ordinary average grocery store and set my canvas togs up on the counter and help out with the bagging, the cashier and bagger were completely flummoxed, then oddly offended-seeming. The solution: Pack those canvas bags so oddly that the strongest camel couldn't lug these babies to my front door. And I'm on the bottom floor.

               *When Elli was five, she asked me why the word 'sex' was on the cover of practically every magazine cover. That was almost 7 years ago...I still don't have an answer. My inkling is that these magazines are placed there to make my kerchief-headed, sleep-poofy,  limping self feel even more disgusting than I already do. Thanks, mag people!

               *Finally, and this is the most pertinent to this particular blog, I yelped at the poor nice boy who was bringing in the carts today. OK, so all of my observations had made me a little wonky and high-strung, but he was just being helpful...right? Well here's the thing: I had gotten all of my groceries out of the cart and into the car, I reached for the strap of my purse just as the young man grabbed the handle of the cart....I looked down at the bottom of the cart and my brand new, first pair of circulars (that I purchased from Knitty Couture just before my grocerying) had slid out of my bag and were in danger of dropping to the pavement below!!! So I YELPED! Hey, it got his attention.


The needles were saved. The boy most certainly did NOT understand. But the circulars, upon which I will knit my first 'thing that is not a scarf' are safe. They sit on my lap now, coaxing me to do magical things with them. 

I am keeping them near me because proximity to a thing often reduces one's fear of said thing.