Shoelaces for Josie

I do hate to see this weekend go away. It was…awesome.  And all I did was clean, do laundry, sleep and read. I don’t ask for much - I like it that way.

Since I’m sure a recount of my relaxing weekend is going to be less than enthralling, I’ve decided it’s time for another episode of Really Old Lady (ROL). I cleaned for again last Thursday. Once again, I was put on grocery shopping duty. Basically I have a whole new set of friends and, surprisingly, they are all Safeway employees.

Every time I head out of the house to purchase food for ROL, she sends me with money. Usually, quite a bit. That’s pretty irrelevant. The important point is how that cash is packaged. You know those old-style coin purses that clasp and usually come in puke-tan or puke-green colored material? Yep, that’s what I get to carry with me anytime I run ROL’s errands.

Need to pay for something? Hold on a second, sir, let me whip out my old lady coin purse and wade through the 50 dollar bills to find something a touch smaller. I can feel people looking at it. Then they look at me. Then back to the coin purse. It’s like when the cops pull someone over - everyone cranes their necks to see all they can see.

My sister tells me that if I were in San Fran, it would be considered vintage and hip, but let’s face it. Not a single one of those Safeway employees thought me hip or cool, I’m just the weird girl with a really old lady coin purse.

Yesterday, I was going to write about my grocery shopping experience. Long story short, I had to grocery shop for the 90-year-old lady (here on out known as Really Old Lady). I can do domestic but I don’t prefer it. I don’t really care to shop for food for myself let alone for Really Old Lady. Suffice it to say that I was that girl. Yes, the one who walked all over the grocery store at least eight times and knew all the grocery store employees by name…because of their name tags and because I had to ask where a bunch of stuff was…

Anyway, that may have been the middle version of the story instead of the short one but it’s out of my system and that is what counts, right?

And today. Today I didn’t have football which was nice. And please don’t look at the scores from the Pac-10. You might see a score that says 53-7 and that pains me. Cuts to the core of me, really. So I fled the city and escaped to a place - a place of the present, so reminiscent of my past and, for one of the first times, a flicker of hope for a future.

I know that is vague. But this is my blog and that’s my right as the bloggist…bloggee…blogger…today was exhausting, living in the past, present and future all at once so give me a l’il credit.