Vince needs to join Shopper’s Anonymous. 🙂 Tomorrow it’s supposed to rain and Wednesday and Thursday be snowy and maybe a little ice and I think just realizing he probably couldn’t/wouldn’t go out for a few days made him nervous.
It doesn’t bother me if he goes shopping every day. In fact, the more he’s out of the house, the more I get done . . whether it’s baking, cooking, stitching, napping . . notice I didn’t say cleaning! 🙂 He’s really much happier when he gets to spend time shopping. The only problem I have with it is where he puts the stuff. Most of the time, he brings it in and drops it on the breakfast room table and it stays there til things start falling off the table.
I’m not real sure about the light bulb shopping. I can understand fabric, floss, tools, etc. but lightbulbs? When we were in Monett over the weekend, he went in a Walmart and I stayed in the car. He bought lightbulbs . . and it’s not just one pack .. it’s either a 12 pack or a 24 pack.
Yesterday morning he went shopping. He went to the pallet store, then to Walmart, then to Aldi.
At Walmart, he bought light bulbs – at least 12. He brought them in from the car this morning and deposited them in the corner of the breakfast room. NO! I had just cleaned everything in there. I told him . . it’s no more trouble to put them wherever you want them to be than it is to have to come back and get them or to try to find them if I put them away.
Today we had to go to town. We both had to go by the Sheriff’s Office to sign papers for something we’re doing. We’re not in trouble . . I know you wonder that about us! 🙂
Vince: Do you mind if I run by the pallet store?
Me: I thought you went there yesterday.
Vince: I did but there’s something I should have gotten and didn’t.
Me: What was it?
Vince: It’s this thing you plug into the wall and it changes the current from ?? to ??.
Say you had something that only works if you plug it into the cigarette lighter/port thing in your car. With whatever it was Vince wanted, you plug it into the wall, then you can plug in whatever you would have plugged into the cigarette lighter.
Me: Do we need that?
Vince: We might.
Me: Do we have anything that only plugs into a cigarette lighter?
Vince: Not that I can think of.
Me: No . . Take me home and you can go back to the pallet store without me.
That’s what he did . . fine with me.
I started thinking . . he’s always talking about old men who can’t stand being home with their wife. Maybe that’s the problem? I don’t think I bother him. I’m usually pretty ok just being left alone.
In Vince’s defense . . he did buy something useful at the pallet store the other day. In the CRV, the cup holders in the front seat area are so shallow that when you turn or if you stop suddenly, the drinks in the cup holder go toppling onto the floor. Cup holders are important to me because I always have water or a Dr. Pepper in the car. In the 21 years we’ve had the CRV, dozens of drinks have spilled. When Vince is fixing to turn, I automatically reach down to hold the cups in place.
The other day we were watching a show about the old CRVs and some guy had an aftermarket plastic thing that says “CRV” on it. It fits down into the cupholders (both at the same time) and has taller sides and provides a secure place for the cups.
At the pallet store yesterday, Vince found something similar. It’s almost the size of the Yeti tall cups and it goes down into the shallow cup holders and I can’t remember if it kinda screws in — seems like it twisted in somehow but Vince put them in. We took the CRV to town this morning and those things are perfect. I told Vince . . we needed those for 21 years and didn’t even know they made such a thing so . . sometimes you do find useful stuff at the pallet store . . not so sure about that plug in thing but as soon as he doesn’t get it, he’s going to wish he had it and then it will be “I would have bought it but YOU didn’t want me to buy it!” I think things are $5 there today. What’s $5 and another box of worthless stuff? 🙂
Shauna Trueblood says
After my dad retired he had to go to the grocery store every day. My mom would make him a list and he would go pickup what she needed. He didn’t really want to go to other stores But love the grocery store because he could pick up a lottery ticket, a few groceries talk to the cashiers and he was happy. When their health started declining my sister and I bought a house and moved them in with us. When dad got where he couldn’t drive we would have to take him to the store every night when we got home from work. It wasn’t something I liked and most of the time I sat in the car. My brother only lived about 10 minutes away, so in the summer I paid my niece to come over and drive him to the store in the afternoons so I didn’t have to after work. She had the best time, she would take the list and give him one or two things then go get everything else. If he wasn’t at the front of the store when she finished she would wait in the Starbucks, and he knew that is where he would find her. They had the best time together. Now that he is gone, I would give anything to be able to drive him to the store every day after work.
So I guess shopping is old man entertainment.
judy.blog@gmail.com says
What great memories they made together. Yes, once someone is gone, the things that we didn’t enjoy before would be so nice to get to do again. I guess it is an old man thing but I won’t tell Vince. Of course, he has loved to shop most of his adult life.
Donna in KS says
My husband didn’t “shop” except for the grocery stores. We always made the list together but that didn’t mean other items didn’t come home. Otherwise, Christmas shopping, Northern, whatever you know what you’re going for or you don’t go. There were 2 grocery stores and Aldi that he made the rounds, always knowing who had the best price! Fine with me!
judy.blog@gmail.com says
I love that Vince is willing to shop. The other day there were things I needed from Walmart and I knew he would rather get them than have me order them but I placed an online order and got a delivery time during the ballgame so I knew he would be downstairs and never know the delivery person and been here. Mission accomplished! 🙂
It seems wrong that I’m sneaking groceries into the house – cross stitching supplies, maybe but groceries? No! 🙂