Posted tagged ‘Stop & Shop’

“I had a lot of dates but I decided to stay home and dye my eyebrows.”

July 12, 2012

Last night my feet were cold. It got down to the 60’s and was delightful for sleeping. This morning is also cool, but I wouldn’t have minded missing it. I went to bed around 2 and expected to sleep in, but it was so noisy I was awakened earlier than I wanted by lawnmowers and the voices next door. I’m still tired. I see a nap in my future.

Today I need a few groceries, which translated means I’m out of cat food, the only compelling reason to subject myself to Stop & Shop. I’m already dreading the harsh lights, the carts in the middle of the aisle and the lines.

This is a busy week: a play last night and one tomorrow night. I don’t like having to go out at night, and I have to psych myself to get in the car. I like being home relaxing in my grubbies watching a good movie on TV. The play last night was okay: The Last of the Red Hot Mamas. The actors did a good job with dated dialogue. Tomorrow night is Ain’t Misbehavin’. I’ve seen it before, and the music is great, but a repeat play takes a bit more psyching to get me out of the house.

I have all the time I want or need now, but for some strange reason I tend to resent that time being usurped by events. It is a strange feeling because when I worked I had no problems going out at night or on the weekends, but since my retirement, I love staying home. I guess my reluctance has to do with being so comfortable here. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not turning into a hermit. I love entertaining on the deck and having friends over for the evening. I get to try new recipes and, even better, I get to stay home. It all comes down to my hating to primp, to dress in clothes fit for the outside world, but tomorrow night I must.

“Forget about being world famous, it’s hard enough just getting the automatic doors at the supermarket to acknowledge our existence.”

March 3, 2012

Gee, it’s raining. What a surprise! I was shocked when I woke up and saw yesterday and the day before and the day before that outside my window. The difference is today is warmer at 50°.

It’s sci-fi Saturday when I get to watch a whole day of TV filled with creatures whose main diet is man. Right now Manticore is picking out his entrée having already enjoyed several appetizers, nearly a whole village full.

I have to grocery shop today, my least favorite thing to do. I’ll go up and down the aisles filling my cart while in a stupor hoping to avoid conversation and the carts parked willy-nilly in the middle of the aisles. My list of what I really need is even boring, mostly household cleaning items. I can barely wait for the dishwashing liquid aisle.

You might have figured I am feeling a bit languid today. If my fridge weren’t empty, I might postpone the shopping, but I’m stuck hitting the aisles if I want lunch or dinner. Where is that housekeeper I ordered?

I used to love to shop in the market in Ghana. It was filled with colors and sounds and chattering in a language I didn’t understand but loved hearing. First, I’d make my usual stops: the beef meat market, my vegetable lady, the egg man, the pick out your chicken line-up and then I’d wander. I never knew what I might find. Some days I’d buy cloth to have a dress made. Once I found a watermelon. Usually I’d just fill my bag with onions, tomatoes, maybe garden eggs and a yam. I’d  greet everyone,”Sanda kasuwa,” (I greet you in the market), and they’d return the greeting. I was a usual sight so no one took special notice of this white woman wandering the market.

I loved market day. It was every third day, and I’d go if I could. Now I get stuck shopping in the dullest of places: Stop and Shop. I know their meat will never turn green and I won’t find a partially formed chicken when I break an egg but where’s the adventure?


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