We’re still getting rain nearly every day, and sometimes really hard rain. But we’re also getting some sunshine in between. That brings me joy for many reasons, not the least of which is that it means I can drive my scooter all around the neighborhood. And that makes me very happy. Because I like to take it to the grocery store, I have learned to fit a lot of groceries into the box on the back of my scooter. Inevitably it doesn’t all fit, so then I have to clip the bag to the front of my seat and balance it between my legs. To date, the largest things I’ve had to carry this way was a hanging flowering plant and a case of Corona beer. Not at the same time. The other day when I pulled up to the store, there was another scooter parked at the bike rack where I leave mine. The owner was just pulling out as I came out of the store. To my surprise, it was an older man (about my age), who looked as though he loved his scooter every bit as much as I love mine!
Bill has a friend named John who barters nearly every purchase. Well, maybe not a pack of gum. But he has been known to barter a roast beef. He’s my haggling hero. I took him with me to buy my yellow bug, and we got a smokin’ deal. Anyhoo, yesterday I channeled John as I went into Best Buy to purchase a dishwasher. Bill and I have been looking at this dishwasher for over a month, maybe two. It’s a Bosch floor model. The dishwasher purportedly retails for something like $780, and it was discounted to $580. Sure, there is a little smudge on the front, but Bill assured me he can make that go away. So yesterday I drove — all by myself — to Best Buy. I sat for about 10 minutes in the parking lot rehearsing and giving myself a pep talk. Don’t apologize. Don’t seem timid. Be ready to walk away if they aren’t willing to deal. You can do it, Kris. Go Kris, go! I walked in and found the dishwasher still sitting where it’s been sitting for at least a month-and-a-half. I young fellow asked if he could help me. I told him I was interested in the dishwasher. “Sweet,” he said, because he was probably 19 years old. I went on to tell him that I had been watching the dishwasher for a very long time, and was willing to take it off his hands for $500. “Sweet,” he said again. “Let me call my manager.” Shortly his manager appeared, and he explained the situation. “She will buy it today for $500,” he said. The manager immediately said, “Ok,” and turned around to leave. “Sweet,” the salesman said. Damn, I thought. I wanted to yell to her, “I meant $400!” but didn’t. Still, I am woman, hear me roar. Sweet.
Sleepless in Denver
I’m preparing for my first sleepover of the summer on Friday. Oh, don’t get me wrong; I’m not sleeping away from home. Kaiya and Mylee are sleeping over at Nana and Papa’s. I’m always reluctant about sleepovers. Please understand, the kids are always good, down to the last grandchild. But it doesn’t matter, because I am awake all night listening for the sleepoverees to wake up or cry out from a bad dream. They don’t, but I’m ready if they do, by golly. And then I spend the next day recovering. But seeing their happy faces and little sleepover bags when they arrive at my door makes it all worthwhile. That, and the way they enjoy my chocolate chip pancakes in the morning.
Why, Oh Why
When I finally make my way to the Pearly Gates, I’m going to have a lot of questions to ask God. One of them will be what’s up with moths. Every summer about this time I find them everywhere. Especially in the morning when I open my blinds and/or windows. They are just so DUMB. And annoying. But they are part of God’s plan, so I can’t wait to find out just what part they play. And I certainly hope the two I killed this morning don’t have an important role, because they are squished to moth dust.