Every time my home phone rings, I get a little nervous, wondering who it is, and if it is ringing to alert me to some disaster. This fear stems from the time my parents began to get very frail, and it too often actually was someone from their residence calling to alert me to some new problem. Now that my parents have earned their heavenly reward, and thus there are no more calls from Exeter House, and since most people call me on my cell phone, I still worry. The only folk who call me on that phone are the aunties , and one has to worry about them at least a little, or my job asking why I am not there (fortunately, I only get this call about once every five years when I, or more often, they, have somehow mixed up my schedule)– or could I pleeeeeese come in and work extra. I get this call fairly frequently. Being a girl who can’t say no, I always wait for the answering machine to tell me who it is and what they want before I answer. That way, I don’t have to say that, no, I can’t work extra. I just consider a moment, decide I really don’t want to work extra, listen to them plead, and then say nothing at all. So I was being my usual cautious self when the call came from my favorite grocery store. I had won the drawing for a gift certificate! The certificate would be for the amount of the money that my receipt (the drawing ticket) said I had saved. Well, thanks to my friend Marta (not the Marta with the blog on my sidebar, but a different Marta, also in my choir), I had saved quite a lot. I often meet her there, especially after church on Sunday, and we sometimes go through the aisles together. This Sunday, she pointed out a facial cream which she had tried and liked. Its original price was $56, but at fabulous Grocery Outlet, it was only $6!
What a bargain! She suggested I try it, I could not resist, and so I bought some. At her suggestion, I also got these facial masque treatment things (60¢ each) to try as well. She had purchased one the week before, but not tried it out yet. I thought that perhaps I could transform myself from an old hag into a sparkling young beauty! Rebecca and I gave it a go, and found it a little messy. Also a little difficult to drink one’s tea without getting a sip of face goo along with the tea. I used a straw, but Becca gave up on tea and just waited. She didn’t do tea with a straw. Not hot tea anyway. Mine, being cooled with a judicious dollop of milk, was tepid enough to sip up like a nice ice cream soda.
After our beauty treatment, we went to Grocery Outlet to collect my prize. I told her I would get her a present with my winnings, but all she got was a jar of peaches and another of olives. I would never be so restrained if my mom were treating.
P.S. Still an old hag.