How is this fair - no sooner than I have all my plans worked out than fate or God or Murphy's law kicks in. 12:30am on that Saturday I had just previously planned so carefully - and I'm running for the bathroom. You can fill in the rest. By 7am I haven't slept, I'm feverish, exhausted and despite all efforts to the contrary cannot get my brain to stop conjuring up images of food which simply sets the nausea off. My amazing husband, having spent the night on the sofa, got up early, stood outside the Shopper's waiting for them to open so he could get the Gravol for me, then called appropriate Messy church and Brownie leaders and co-ordinating how the day would progress without me. He even picked up my dearest friend, drove her directly to her farm and returned with KFC for the kids. With him I am blessed - but my health these days..... The only consolation came Monday morning when another friend called to beg off writing group - she'd spent the night in her bathroom too. I was at least able to reassure her it would pass quickly. I was now fine again (except for this chronic nasal drip.)
So while I did not get out to an antique show and some shopping with my mother-in-law - Monday we set forth. Our goal - new drapes for the living room and pants for my father-in-law. he wears a size not commonly found. Now for most people I am sure that going shopping is a relatively easy task. But when I take my mother-in-law there is an extra component. She is not a tall woman and she's curious. So she likes to go looking for things just as you think you've finished and should be heading to the cash. In the first years of my marriage this had me in fits. I once lost her in an Eaton's store in Yorkdale Shopping Plaza. Because of her height she was easily hidden by the displays on the counters and it took me and my sister-in-law almost twenty minutes to find her. She was looking for something for her husband. Now fifteen odd years later I have it down to a science. I tell what I'm going to do - like - "I'm headed to the back to look at drape panels" and then when I'm ready to go I enlist the help of the sales staff in locating her. " I'm looking for a woman in a bright blue jacket " and we seem to get through several stores without my blood pressure skyrocketing or her feeling like she's tied to my apron strings. I think we enjoy ourselves - but you can ask her yourself for her side of things (because I know her friends are reading this blog).
Today we set forth and returned semi triumphant. We found two sets of drapes and two curtain rods and not five minutes home , before the tea was brewed we knew which was the right choice and which ones \I would be returning tomorrow. But the pants defeated us. You cannot find a size 46-32 pant with a flat front, thin leg in Mark's Work Warehouse. So it's the Sear's catalogue for us next. Unfortunately she also seems to be developing the same mucus drip down the back of the throat that preceded my own wonderful cold. Now that is one thing I do not wish to share with her. Please, Please, let your fickle finger of fate miss her with that. She's supposed to be on vacation. That would really not be fair.
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