Light to Dark

In spite of achieving my goal, today’s shopping experience was less pleasant than yesterday’s trip to the grocery store.

Yesterday, since I’m not the one cooking for Thanksgiving, I sailed passed the turkeys and ignored the piles of Brussels sprouts with a light heart.

     On my way home I found myself chuckling, wondering what the rest of the world would think of this septuagenarian grandma of five tearing down the road at 37 miles per hour, windows up, with Steppenwolf’s ‘Born to Be Wild’ cranked.

          Today I went to the one remaining mall in our area, something I actively avoid. Two of the anchor stores are gone and most of the other shops are for baseball caps, cheap clothes, and dollar stores. Fortunately, there are still one or two good stores, and I was there specifically to buy a birthday gift. I found what I wanted, but had to walk what felt like miles to get there. I don’t know what mall floors are composed of, but my legs are much less tired walking 2 to 3 miles pushing my golf cart up and down hills rather than trekking through a mall.

          And the traffic lights never changed fast enough for me -  maybe it’s the holiday season piled on the economy, but I swear to you, every intersection had someone out in the cold on the road divider, handwritten plea written on cardboard, begging for money.