Had a perfectly lovely visit with the JuJu’s. Our visit went entirely too quickly, as always. I had decided beforehand to come home yesterday to give myself a quiet, lazy day today. Yes, I actually begged off a picnic invitation. I’ll go back to work tomorrow and Friday and then have a weekend to enjoy. It will kind of give me the sensation of being a slacker and that’s exactly what I was going for.
I have lots to tell you but I’ll spread it out over the next few days. Don’t want to overwhelm y’all. Ha. Like my life (or reading about it) would make you tired. Well, maybe… in the sense of boring you. I’ll try to embellish a bit to keep things at least, mildly interesting.
I had an interesting experience on our trip home yesterday. PD was in no hurry to get home so I talked him into visiting the Grove City Prime Outlets on our way down I79. As much as he seemed to enjoy himself while we were there, he confessed that he was not impressed with the shopping there. Big surprise. Shopping Heaven for PD is Lowe’s Home Improvement stores. Anything else is frivilous and a waste of time. So I think it’s safe to say that the next time I visit the Outlets, it will be on my own time.
Anyway, one thing that happened there amused me. I’d gone into a wine and tobacco shop and found the boy behind the counter all pierced and punk-haired (and cute) having a conversation with a much more conservative-looking young man. I stepped up to the counter and waited for them to finish their conversation. The boy behind the counter stopped talking and looked at me offering his help. I quickly glanced to my left to apologize to the other for interrupting their conversation about a concert he’d been to recently. Yes, I was eavesdropping and I hope you do not have a problem with that. As soon as he turned my way, out of my mouth came “Death Cab… OMG, you look just like Ben Gibbard!” He looked instantly embarrassed, just a little and then broke out in a smile and confessed “that tons of people tell me that all the time.” When I looked back to tell the cashier what I’d been looking for, he was standing there, gaping, and said (obviously, dumbfounded, having most likely assessed me as old and decrepit…) that he was impressed that I knew of Death Cab. *Sigh* Not quite as gratifying as getting carded, but it kind of tweaked my sense of maybe I won’t be whisked off to the home as soon as I thought, and actually did bring a smile. Thank you, Boy, for not saying ” … for an old chick.” I know you were thinking it.
Going to go celebrate the anniversary of my country’s independence by doing absolutely. nothing. Oooh. Ahhh. A safe and happy holiday to you all.