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Postcard of the Day
Dec. 23rd, 2022 02:35 pmPlus me talking.
I'm all hunkered down while a wind-and-cold storm, with some snow, is going on. Supposedly we'll get between 7 and 10 inches by the time it's done, but this may be a rare case of the snow around here blowing into drifts like it did in Kansas.
Yesterday it was a little longer getting here than expected, so I did some minor hiking around, a little Ingress during that egress, and then went by the Bakehouse, where there was a line out front. A person in a Corsair that says CORSAIR on the side of it in nice letters and I in my Renegade parked in two kinda tight spots next to each other. When she got out I admired her car's lettering. We ended up in line together, and it was clear pretty quick that she's a chatter. A few years older than old me. Well, I was ready to chat, and we started on the line and cycled through a ton of topics, almost rapid-fire, despite the clear length of time we had in front of us, until finally we were in the store together.
I could tell right away that there were few choices of bread left, and nothing like the 8-grain 3-seed I'd hoped for, but I grabbed my cheesecake slices and turned to take a bag of 6 apricot rugelach I had on my mind. "Have you had these?" I asked her. Nope. And yes, she likes apricots. So I got an extra bag and told her I was buying them for her. I knew from our earlier conversation that she too is not a person who can spend money without thinking about it, unlike probably at least half the people in the building with us.
She was just there to buy a gift certificate for her friend who's really her older sister's friend well also her sorority sister but she was a pest to both of them however many decades ago, and I guess it's stuck. As we got about halfway to the bend in the inside line I finally asked her name. Bonnie. When I told her I'm Lisa she started sorta sing-saying "Lisa" repeatedly, smiling. By this time it was all maybe a bit beyond credulity to the people behind us in line. If there were still Candid Camera they'da wondered if Alan Funt was nearby.
A little later it was almost register time---there are two---so I told Bonnie "in case we get separated" be sure to stick around, so I could give her the rugelach. She was like yes. So I got them to give me a second little bag so no one would think Bonnie was shoplifting, and we ended up in synch as we walked out.
I'm so old now that it's not that easy to connect with old(er) ladies around town, and be buddies for a while. When it's good, it's really good. And Bonnie was good. So that was my getting-ready-to-hunker on-the-town (okay industrial buildings by the airport) holiday happy story this year.
She really likes that Corsair. Her last car that she loved too she had 11 years before she finally gave in to family members who were calling it a lemon and to whom she'd been lying for a while about where she was going when she took it to LaFontaine for repairs. That's only one tidbit of a whole bunch I could tell you about Bonnie. You can really get to know a lot about a fellow old lady in 20 minutes.
Yesterday it was a little longer getting here than expected, so I did some minor hiking around, a little Ingress during that egress, and then went by the Bakehouse, where there was a line out front. A person in a Corsair that says CORSAIR on the side of it in nice letters and I in my Renegade parked in two kinda tight spots next to each other. When she got out I admired her car's lettering. We ended up in line together, and it was clear pretty quick that she's a chatter. A few years older than old me. Well, I was ready to chat, and we started on the line and cycled through a ton of topics, almost rapid-fire, despite the clear length of time we had in front of us, until finally we were in the store together.
I could tell right away that there were few choices of bread left, and nothing like the 8-grain 3-seed I'd hoped for, but I grabbed my cheesecake slices and turned to take a bag of 6 apricot rugelach I had on my mind. "Have you had these?" I asked her. Nope. And yes, she likes apricots. So I got an extra bag and told her I was buying them for her. I knew from our earlier conversation that she too is not a person who can spend money without thinking about it, unlike probably at least half the people in the building with us.
She was just there to buy a gift certificate for her friend who's really her older sister's friend well also her sorority sister but she was a pest to both of them however many decades ago, and I guess it's stuck. As we got about halfway to the bend in the inside line I finally asked her name. Bonnie. When I told her I'm Lisa she started sorta sing-saying "Lisa" repeatedly, smiling. By this time it was all maybe a bit beyond credulity to the people behind us in line. If there were still Candid Camera they'da wondered if Alan Funt was nearby.
A little later it was almost register time---there are two---so I told Bonnie "in case we get separated" be sure to stick around, so I could give her the rugelach. She was like yes. So I got them to give me a second little bag so no one would think Bonnie was shoplifting, and we ended up in synch as we walked out.
I'm so old now that it's not that easy to connect with old(er) ladies around town, and be buddies for a while. When it's good, it's really good. And Bonnie was good. So that was my getting-ready-to-hunker on-the-town (okay industrial buildings by the airport) holiday happy story this year.
She really likes that Corsair. Her last car that she loved too she had 11 years before she finally gave in to family members who were calling it a lemon and to whom she'd been lying for a while about where she was going when she took it to LaFontaine for repairs. That's only one tidbit of a whole bunch I could tell you about Bonnie. You can really get to know a lot about a fellow old lady in 20 minutes.
