I was up at 8:00am and my nose was running and I was blowing and sneezing (as usual). It doesn’t matter where I am in America – my nose runs in the morning. That’s just the way it is. Then, it stops, and I am fine pretty much all day. Until the next morning!
When I emerged from the bedroom, my parents were both sitting at the kitchen table, reading the paper. I had my cereal for breakfast and we talked about what we were going to do today and tonight.
I was determined to buy new sunglasses and a new purse. Dad was going to a men’s luncheon at the Club House.
Mom and I were dressed and ready before noon. She took me to a place called CARNIVAL FLEA MARKET, and the first booth we saw had tons of knock-off pocketbooks. They’re not even TRYING to look exactly like the original designer. They just look “kind of like” the original. I don’t care about designer names. I just wanted a black purse that had all the compartments I need, and wasn’t too big or too small. It had to be just right.
The style these days is bigger, but I’m too small for those giant purses. I also travel heavy, so I need it bigger than the small clutch purses they’re showing these days. It has to be big enough to carry my wallet, sunglasses, camera (I like to have it with me, because you never know when you’ll need to take a picture!), my phone, and miscellaneous items like tissues, lipstick, mirror, compact, and keys.
I found a Brighton knock-off, which was really cute. It had handles, which I like, so I can just carry it around, but then a detachable shoulder strap, so I can put it over my shoulder if I’m shopping, or need to have two hands.
It’s not too big, nor too small, and had all the pockets and compartments I need. Perfect! Sold!
Next we found a sunglass booth. They actually had some that fit my face. They were $10 a pair, two for $18, three for $26. I found two pairs I liked. One was purple and the other was brown.
They also had reading glasses – three pairs for $9. So, I got three pairs of those, too. The 99 cent ones I got at TARGET are already falling apart. The pink ones with the rhinestones broke on the bridge – right between the two lenses. On another pair, one of the stems broke off. And I’m not even using them all day – they’re just around the apartment to wear if I need to see something small.
Now, I have two pair of sunglasses and three pair of readers. I’m set for life. Well, maybe for a year!
We walked around the flea market a little more, but there was nothing else Mom or I were interested in. Then, we came back. It was only 1:00pm. Dad was still at his luncheon.
Mom made us soup and sandwich for lunch and then we relaxed and watched TV! My mom is as big a napper as I am. I am her cloney (that’s what she calls me). That means I am like her clone, because we are SO alike in SO many ways. It’s really ridiculous how alike we are. There are too many ways to list, but here’s a few:
When we sweat, the hair at the back of the neck gets soaking wet.
We can both go all day without eating, but snack like crazy people at night.
We both can resist any sweets, except chocolate – anything chocolate.
We LOVE naps!
We both don’t swim well, and hate exercising. We avoid exercise at all costs.
We’re non-athletic and never participated in sports (I guess that goes with the not exercising!).
We both have allergies and post-nasal drip and are forever clearing our throats in the morning.
A conversation on the phone with my mom before 10:00am sounds something like this:
“Hi, Mom [cough, cough, throat clearing noise]. How are you?”
“Fine, darling [throat clearing, cough, cough]. What’s doing?”
Anyway, Dad came home at 1:30pm and sat down with us, although he didn’t eat because he had lunch at the Club House. Then, we all took naps. When we woke up, we had leftovers. I had Chinese food from last night and my parents had Italian food from Thursday night. It was just as good the second time around!
At 7:00pm we left the apartment to go to the WILLOW THEATRE to see Patrick Combs in his one man show – Man 1, Bank 0. It’s the true story of how he deposited a $95,093.35 ‘non-negotiable’ junk-mail check – hoping to spread a little banking cheer to tellers and how it erupted into a staggering and funny David vs. Goliath-like adventure. Sounded funny!
There was a holiday display at the theatre, which was obviously for kids, since there was a little step stool in the back for kids to stand on when they stuck their heads in the hole for the camera. That didn't mean we couldn't have some fun!
Turned out to be very entertaining. The young man is not an actor, but was a great performer. This is an absolutely true story, documented with receipts, letters, faxes, and photos shown on a big screen behind him as he tells his story with minimal props.
If you care to read more about it, just google PATRICK COMBS. The event changed his life. He is now a best-selling author and motivational speaker!
When we got home my Dad made us a treat of ice cream in chocolate soy milk. So refreshing! Then, we retired to our separate rooms to watch SNL. I didn’t get very far. I was so exhausted I couldn’t keep my eyes open!
I can’t believe I’m leaving tomorrow. The three days have flown by so quickly. We did a lot of running around and had a lot of fun. My parents made sure they kept me entertained, and that I had everything I needed. They are the perfect hosts. So accommodating and caring and just wanting everything to be perfect for me. Who could ask for anything more?