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TO, again

TO, again
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I go into the city.  Doctor stuff.

The walk up University.

It is cold.

My building.  My last time, as my most wonderful doctor tells me that he is retiring.  He tells me he is going bungee jumping.

How nice to know Aaron and the kids are waiting for me a block away.

We head to the Eaton’s Centre.  We discuss who Mr. Eaton was.

We shop.

Then, we eat.

Been a long time since I’ve been to Mister Greenjeans.

Max bought a watch.  

We shop more, head home.

The view from the GO platform.

Then the train arrives.

I’m sad my doctor is retiring.   I will miss him.

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marshmallows?

marshmallows?
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So many telephone numbers for people long forgotten.

Booked a cube van.  Watched The Simpsons.  Saved an Easter card.  Went shopping.

The list:  tapes, foot lotion, toilet paper, bleach, razors, glue, shampoo/conditioner, coffee filters, coffee, marshmallows, cat food.

Second look:  not marshmallows – more hummous.  The only food item.

Note writing down: ‘coffee filters’.  Then adding:  ’coffee’.

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shop

shop
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One morning, I have an appointment.  Later I will have to bring my daughter to the orthodontist.  

But there is a window in between.

I go to HomeSense.

I find blue shelves for my son:

A funky set of drawers for my daughter:

In telling this story to my husband later, I say:

“…so I had a little time on my hands.”

He rolls his eyes, hangs his head and laughs.

Those eight words that can only mean:

“…so I went shopping.”  

They were on sale.

 

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purse

purse
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How does it happen?  I go to Chapters to buy a book and come out with another purse.  

I love big purses.  Small ones don’t interest me.  Yet one of my biggest frustrations is looking for something in my huge tote, my hand digging for whatever it is I need, wallet, glass case, keys, forever, thinking:  It has to be in here somewhere!

Yet still, I love this purse.

 

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preppie

preppie
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My husband and I check out the new Marshalls.  It’s obscene, the buys I find.  Not so much for me as the kids.

I grew up with preppie parents.  Loafers and argyle, polo ponies and buttondowns.  I knew what khakis were when I was four.  My dad pronounces it Kar-keys, though.

I fought the preppie when I was in my later years in high school.  Wore stove pipe pants and bowling shirts.

My dad worried that I was turning bad. 

I’m not a big labels person, mostly because I can’t afford The Row or Betsy Johnson or Marc Jacobs. 

But I’m so excited to bring home some US Polo for my daughter, some Izod for my son.  I rediscovered preppie years back.  It’s in my blood.  Can’t fight it.

I do find a giant bag for myself, made of woven material.

My daughter has yet to wear her polo pony dress.  I might have bought it with my eyes, not hers.

 

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squeaky

squeaky
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I buy new sandals on line.  I love the orange leather straps.

The first day I put them on and walk, I notice that they are squeaky.  I think, Give them a few hours.  Maybe they just need to be worked in. 

Swimming lessons then the library.

It is at the library where I become horribly self conscious.  My shoes are so squeaky, every step I take feels like a car horn going off.  I move slowly, deliberately, cringing.

At home, I search on line for a cure.  I rub lotion generously over the straps. 

It does the job.

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winners

winners
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I find this great deal at a Winners next door to the city where I live.  I buy it and put it aside for one of my kids.

A week later at another Winners in the city on the other side of where I live, I find the same thing but priced for 16.99.

I stand there and I think:  Shit.  My stomach sinks.  So I think I should buy this one now and then go home and get the other one I bought and find the receipt – where did I put the receipt? – and head to the other Winners – do I have time before school ends and I have to pick my kids up? – and return the one I paid $6 more for.  That’s what sensible people do.  Right?  We aren’t made of money, are we?

I’m pissed (sulking) because my trip to Winners is ruined – so what if I just found that book I’ve wanted for six months at only 4.99? – because:

a)  I have had the joy of finding a great deal suddenly stolen from me; and,

b) I don’t want to do all that I just figured I should probably do (foot stomping tantrum placed here).

Am I lazy?  Probably, yes, but I work it out as – what is my time worth?  There, that makes me feel better.  Plus I think, if I buy this one, I’ll most likely just say to myself once home that I should give this to a friend of the family who has a child with a birthday coming up.  So in fact by NOT buying this one and returning the other one, I saved us 16.99.

I sigh and I leave it.

Does everyone think those red tags are a bugger to get off?

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