Into the Madness

After dealing with two different appliance repairmen, the carpet cleaning people and at least twelve phone calls, I thought perhaps I should venture out and get a few gifts for Christmas. I have a few that I've purchased early but that's it. I've managed to pull it together for a couple of parties but my time is running out. (Although I avoid shopping, this is NOT me. I can't figure out when I became this person.)

Since I am always destined to run into someone who knows me or the husband, I decided to shower and slap on some make-up. I hate to give people a Halloween scare during the Christmas season.

I planned two stops. Shopping and the grocery.

On the way to shop, I realized I was hungry so I stopped for a sandwich. Do you think I was putting off my duties? Once inside the store, I started tailing people. They would say, "I think this is the best one." If they put it in their cart, I put one in mine. Then I got distracted with interesting conversations around me so I pulled out my notebook and jotted some writing thoughts. In the midst of this, I answered my cell phone at least three times. At one point, I considered sitting on the floor while I was making my notes and talking on the phone but I decided it might draw undue attention.

I was in the aisle with discounted Christmas decorations and an oldie came up to me with a wad of things in her hand. She thrust them upon me and explained that she has a gift exchange with ... pick one -- her bowling group, her card group, her living will club -- I didn't quite catch it. But, I gave my opinion and helped her pick some other things.

It's official. I am an oldies magnet.

I left the store and it was dark, drizzling and a little foggy. The grocery will have to be taken care of tomorrow. I came home and left everything in my trunk.

I'm having a little Scarlett moment -- Tomorrow is another day.