Saturday, September 15, 2018 – Some Days . . .

Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it yet.
Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

After a gruelling hour or so at an appointment downtown (well, gruelling to me, at least) I head to the mall to walk off some stress. It’s late on Friday afternoon and the mall seems full of people. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea.

I notice there’s a sale at Bath and Body Works and decide to slip in. I’m getting low on my favourite Moonlight Path lotion—a must have for the cool months. There must be close to a dozen young sales people in the tiny store. They attack the moment I set foot across the threshold.

No, thank you, I don’t need help.

No, I don’t need one of those big blue bags to carry things around in.

Yes, I’m doing just fine,

Yes, this is a nice scent.

No, I only want three.

JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!  (To be clear: I say this only in my head.)

And finally: No, I don’t want to give you my email address.

Too much. It’s all been just too much today. I take my three bottles of lotion home, curl up with my iPad, and allow myself to go down a rabbit hole of Instant Pot recipes. Then I, ironically, declare it to be Foraging Friday and we collaborate on a plate of nachos for supper.

Later, we settle in the TV room with quilts to watch an episode of Hinterland, our latest favourite Netflix program, and a day that took more than it gave winds down.

At last. And tomorrow is another day.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things.
  1. Some where, at some recent workshop or training session, those overly attentive young salesclerks have been instructed to do whatever they can to sell more, more, more… They lack basic understanding of human nature, but make up for it in persistence, they hope! Oh, well, life itself will teach them some lessons!

  2. Why, now, do we need to give our phone, email, address, etc., every time we make a purchase? I had that at the haircut today (I agreed because they said “coupons” and they’d make notes on my preferences and because I love the haircut), and then when I bought new athletic shoes, they wanted me to fill out a form. NO. I just want to buy the freaking shoes. Since you mentioned it, I’m thinking of nachos too – thought I have to make the chips.

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