Yesterday Steve had cleared his afternoon schedule and planned to take me on an “outing.”
We were going to a thrift store where he usually takes things to donate. The profits go to a children and family service I think.
I bought us lunch. We shared a Reuben sandwich that always comes with a slice of cake at this one local restaurant. That’s the least I can do for an outing.
Off to the thrift store we went.
Poor Steve had to haul my walker in and out of his SUV. I felt bad about that. Because then it is right there in my face that I need others to do things for me. And I just hate that.
I hate losing much of my independence. It seems to have been chipping away bit by bit and I’m clutching the reins trying to stop it.
People are always showing on their blogs what wonderful things they find at thrift stores. But to tell you the truth, I never seem to find anything.
So I said “This is a dud. Let’s go to the Dollar Tree.”
This is another store where bloggers brag about all the good stuff they find. And there is a Dollar Tree just about a mile from where we live. Steve goes there to buy his cookies.
Once we got inside the door, there were so many boxes in front of us. I had to figure out a way to get around them just to get to the store rows.
It only got worse from there. Must have been their big day to get deliveries because there were boxes all up and down the aisles too. It’s kind of a nightmare if you have a walker.
There were only 2 or 3 aisles that had anything besides food. I didn’t find anything interesting.
On one aisle, a lady asked a worker sitting on the floor about a product of some kind. And the worker shouted for someone to come help her.
I nearly jumped out of my skin. I’d been looking at a small birdhouse when she did this. I promptly put it down and headed down the aisle to get away from the commotion.
Home sounded really, really good to me by then. So that was the end of the outing.
Steve played with Ivy and her new pipe cleaners for a while, then went home. I told him to take some of the pipe cleaners to his cat Skippy.
I may be done with stores. I’d forgotten what they were like since I hadn’t been out in so long. Maybe shopping somewhere outdoors would be more palatable.
I’m very, very thankful to be able to order most anything I want or need online. I guess I’ll just stick to that. For now anyway.
It’s the only place I know of where I can shop in complete silence.
Steve told me on the news he heard that a man walked into a library here and shot a 35 year old man in the back of the head. The man regularly went to this library to work on the computers.
Then the man headed to a Quik Trip, which is where you can buy gas or food or drink. He walked in there and shot another person in the back of the head and killed him.
There is no safe place. Whether it be schools, churches, stores, libraries or work places. In the old days shootings took place outdoors much of the time. But not anymore.
I said to Steve: “Why on earth would you want to kill a stranger?”
And he said: “The better question may be: Where did he get the gun.”
But of course we know that’s an easy answer: They are everywhere and most anyone can buy them.
Life indoors has spoiled me, I guess. I’d forgotten how loud the world outside is. And that people walk around with guns and shoot people they’ve never met in the head.
It was very nice of Steve to do this for me. And I had looked forward to it.
I enjoy being around Steve because he always makes me laugh. And I guess you could say he’s one of those people who never met a stranger.
He will start a conversation with anyone and they will act like he’s an old friend they haven’t seen for a while.
But I think I might just stay home with Ivy.