A Trip to Target
Last weekend I attended my son Connor’s rowing regatta in Sarasota, FL. This is a beautiful venue and it was a spectacular day of cheering on the Lyman Greyhounds as they paddled their way to the finish line.
Before getting to the venue, I stopped at Target to kill two birds with one stone (as my mother was so fond of saying) picking up the one gallon of water required of every rower, and a Venti Flat White at the in-store Starbucks. Not exactly sure why we would be aspiring to kill as many birds as we possibly could at one time… but those old sayings draw blank stares from my teenagers.
As I was digging through my purse at the checkout counter, the woman behind me was digging through her purse in a frantic search for her iPhone. “Oh, I’ve been there.” I said with a smile. “It was JUST here a minute ago!” She replied, without looking up. I WAS going to tell her that carrying such a BIG purse was probably part of the problem, my little Panda Rama purse gives me full view of everything in there, no bottomless pit there. However, I decided that now was probably NOT the time for me to give My Two Cents.
I handed the checkout lady a dollar, and then I said “And here is my two cents!” as I dropped two old copper pennies into her outstretched hand. She laughed as she dropped them, clink, clink, into the plastic cash register drawer and gave me a big old smile as she said “Have a great day!”
Dinner with a Bonus
Later in the week I met two of my favorite people for our monthly dinner date. Two artists and a writer, we meet once a month to share stories, ideas, and a meal. This month we chose Indian Food at a restaurant close by.
At the end of our meal, I opted for a small cup of rice pudding. My mother used to make Indian Rice Pudding, and it was one of my favorites. When the little saucer and cup of pudding arrived, I nearly jumped out of my seat over the doily that came with it. I quickly snatched it up off the plate before I spilled pudding on it. My friends both laughed, because there was no explanation needed as to why I was putting this little bit of lacey paper in my purse.
The server stopped by to watch me get all excited over the doily and she asked what the story was. When I told her that I was a collage artist and that I was going to use the doily in my artwork, and how excited I was to have a new pattern from what I can purchase in the grocery store……
She went back to the kitchen and came out with a handful of doilies and handed them to me. “Here you go darling, make something wonderful out of them.”
Knowing when to save and when to give My Two Cents is a skill I have pretty much mastered.
Unless you ask my teenagers.