A good high…a visit to the hardware store…hurray!!!

I remember when Ron used to get all excited because he was going to his favorite place in the whole world.  The hardware store.  I could never comprehend how he would go in there and spend a long time just going through the aisles and then coming out with just a few items.

Now I know the feeling.  I went there for a few boxes to continue my packing and as soon as I went in, this is what I encounter.  A sight to behold.  Don’t get me wrong.  I have had this experience before.  Ron trained me really good.  Lightbulbs anyone?

I know what questions to ask to the forever good-looking guys in those places and know my way around the aisles.  I feel more excited when I go to the hardware store than even going to the very nice malls.  Women’s clothing and accessories are just that.  At the hardware store, your imagination goes wild.  I could do this, I could do that.  But unfortunately, after a few rounds, I decided that really, all I needed were just the boxes, and oh yes, some AA batteries.  I postponed my other shopping experience for when I get to my other destination.  Then, I can let my imagination go wild.

Now they even have self-service check-out registers.  Why not to try anything to challenge my aging neurons.  The cashier had to come to my assistance, because the technology is not that advanced yet.  I wanted to scan just one of the boxes and multiply it the number of boxes I had without having to do that one by one.  She said they are not up to that yet.  So the aging neurons beat high-tech for a change.

You should see my walls.  You cannot tell where my art was hanging.  Thank you very much, Ron.  Painted and everything.  Feel good right now.

So it was today…29 June, 2011…a day of termite inspection…and a exciting visit to the hardware store.  Yes, I also filled up the tank with gas at $3.37 a gallon.  A real deal.

Your Happy Contessa

“I regret nothing.”  Edith Piaf, French singer and cultural icon.  Among her songs, “La Vie en Rose.”  19 December, 1915 – 11 October, 1963.

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