Last night I was running around in a pink burkha in a field that had been converted into a Jewish synagogue. I was sitting on a pew looking at an old address book and the guy in front of me was turned around and trying to read what I had written in it. The addresses were all written in cursive, in pencil, and none of the writing was straight. Then I woke up. Yep, another night and yet another weird dream.
I had to make the trek to my local grocery store today because I needed a few items which ended up being five paper bags of stuff and totaling over $200. I sure am glad I didn't need a lot of things! I love to cook but I really don't like to grocery shop at all. The only saving grace for me are the antics of an elderly gentleman who bags groceries at my grocery store of choice.
For Thanksgiving he wore a turkey hat. By turkey hat, I don't mean a baseball cap with a turkey emblem on the front, I mean he had a felt stuffed turkey on his head. I didn't think it could get any better until I did my Christmas shopping and was greeted by a 15 inch felt Christmas tree complete with a working set of lights perched atop his head.
Today was dreary and wet and going to the store was not something I was really looking forward to doing. However, the entire experience was worth it when I was greeted by this gentleman who was wearing a pair of suspenders that were 2 inches wide, bright yellow, and were made to look like a tape measure. Not only that, his hat completely summed up how I felt about the whole shopping experience...it simply said, "Whatever". Due in part to the simple act of getting dressed that this gentleman performs every day, he may single handedly change my mind about enjoying grocery shopping.
It's the little things that count.
Robin Sue
I wish I had a stuffed turkey hat. I would wear it for every holiday.
ReplyDeleteYesterday my mother taught me a new crochet move that I have watched her do for years. It was a little thing that meant a lot :)