Just took the aunts shopping!

Reply Wed 6 Feb, 2013 03:47 pm
Just got back from taking my aunts shopping. They are my mother’s sisters…obviously very elderly (91 & 87)…and I love them dearly. But shopping with them can be a test of character and determination the like of which would challenge a saint…which I definitely am not.

First stop was a shoe store, where the elder aunt picked out a pair of 7 ½ wide, flat slip-on shoes that she plans to wear only around the house. She managed to do that in less than an hour and a half…but only a tiny bit less than an hour and a half.

I do hope those shoes serve her well when walking from her bedroom to the dining room and back.

Anyway, from there we went to a drug/notions store in the same shopping mall…and spent the better part of another hour and a half picking up…stuff—the kinds of stocking stuffers that I only buy when shopping for Nancy at Christmas.

Frankly, I'd rather watch paint dry than spend time in a drug/notions store.

After that…we went to the food market for another 1+ hours of food shopping.

Elder aunt takes lots of time to pick out damn near anything. 3 to 4 minutes to pick out a can of peas is not unusual…and longer is not out of the question. She knows the exact brand she wants…and the exact size, but picking out the exact can is an arduous, deliberate undertaking that involves picking up, examining, and returning to the shelf almost every can of peas in that section...apparently looking for the absolutely perfect can.

And when the exact can is obtained, it goes into the shopping cart…which involves rearranging every goddam thing already in the goddam shopping cart for each goddam item put in it, goddam. (Easy Frank, I think you had too many “goddam’s in that sentence!)

Check out is simply too depressing to describe...I'll just mention that checkout clerks have been known to visibly act distressed when they spot us enter their line.

My nerves are very frayed…and I am in a delicate discussion with contributor, igm, about what he thinks about what the Buddha taught.

Nobody should have to go through this.

Just had to get that off my chest.

I need a drink. I wonder if they serve hard liquor over at Lola’s Café?

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Reply Wed 6 Feb, 2013 03:54 pm
I know exactly what you go through. My grandmother, plus a number of lovely ladies from the apartments, has been like that.
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Reply Wed 6 Feb, 2013 04:15 pm
@Frank Apisa,
my sympathies.

gram is on the verge of 93.

and has more quirks every year.

we go shopping once a week.

patience is a virtue...
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Frank Apisa
Reply Wed 6 Feb, 2013 04:19 pm
Thanks Edgar...thanks Rockhead...

...I am calmer now.

I do love 'em...but they can be a handful

You can't make this **** up!
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Reply Wed 6 Feb, 2013 04:40 pm
@Frank Apisa,
I understand.. for most of my life girl friends and I just say where we'll meet up as it saves much aggravation and if we find some wonderful display of whatsits, we can report when we run across each other. I usually did the grocery shopping in my married years, though he wasn't bad at it and did it sometimes - but we enjoyed walking a shopping street once in a while and he liked buying clothes too. There was a place called Saks Fifth Off that had neat stuff and good bargains, and that was fun. I'm a pretty fast shopper, but I often enjoy a shopping atmosphere (I like things and watching people) and don't mind waiting... usually. But serious slow pokes could get me down.

I wish a lot of places had more benches as a matter of design, for a lot of reasons, including that sometimes people need them to rest (thinking of friend Harvey laboring at the Getty Museum), and sometimes people need to wait for a slow poke (or avid looker) - but as a former site designer I know the whys.

However, today I am having a small waterloo in the kitchen. I've made dog breakfast and my breakfast. I've made doggy treats. I've parboiled turnip greens for a kind of mediterranean turnip tomato ital sausage soup; I've cooked down and jarred that broth, but not started the soup. I'm about to pull out the package of ground turkey to make my version of turkey burger patties while I wait for the french rolls/burger buns to do the first rise... somewhere in there I made myself a salad. Washed dishes, yadda yadda.

I'm already having some Chianti (don't ask the brand, the cheap stuff) and there's not much of it in the bottle so that when I get to this stupid wet sticky shitty dough for the second kneading I will be up to my elbows in clinging dough (no, I don't have a kitchen aid mixer) and left to get along on fruit juice and ice cubes.

Maybe Cafe 101 can virtually help.

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