And worth every step!
I was getting all my stuff together, acting like I was going to dye a bunch today. Uh-huh. Yeah, right.
No, really, I was.
Oh, but in order to dye, I need to have plastic wrap to hold the yarn in the steamer. And y’member last week I was going to go get plastic wrap? But then I didn’t.
Well, there was no way around it. I had to go.
So, I set off for Sam’s Club, which I thought was the other side of the freeway, across from Uvalde. So I walk over to Uvalde, down Uvalde to the freeway, under the overpass, and there I was — facing smack dab into the front of ….
HOME FRICKIN’ DEPOT!!!
wtf?
I nearly peed myself I was so mad.
I KNEW it had to be around here somewhere, and I had already looked it up on their Web site to see if they actually had what I wanted, so I knew the store was around in that area. I walked across this massive humongous gigantic parking lot area, around some other stuff, and finally saw Sam’s Club… wwwwaaaayyyyy over at the other end of this concrete swamp.
Hell, I could have come down Freeport and saved myself at least an extra 20 minutes of walking. Sheesh.
Mind you, it’s hot, it’s humid, I’ve walked and I’m pretty sweaty…. walk into Sam’s Club, get hit with the A/C and suddenly I really do gotta go pee. I get started doing what I’m there to do, and my phone rings. My phone NEVER EVER rings. And when it does, it’s never EVER one of my kids during the day. Except this time. My oldest. It MUST be important, so with my free hand I answer it.
“Hi, Dad. Are you busy?”
“Uhhh… I’m in the restroom at Sam’s Club.”
And of course I can’t just walk away quietly because those urinals are equipped with sensors, so they will flush loudly if you walk away. So I’m standing there, holding the phone in one hand, myself in the other, my cane and my canvas carry bag in another, and holding onto the top of the urinal pipe fixture with another (why do men do that, anyway? Why do men just HAVE to rest a hand or arm on top of the fixture?) …. and some old fart walks in. (Poor old man!) So I gotta repackage and zip myself with one of my other free hands (are you keeping count?) and move toward the washbowl or risk looking completely foolish standing there talking at a urinal! I move away from it and
<*WHOOOSHHH!*> goes the automatic flusher. (damn!)
I put DD1 on the speaker and set her on the ledge over the washbowl (the ledge that is never large enough to actually put anything useful) while I wash up, all the while talking about an upcoming homework assignment. And I realize Mr. Old Man is simply waiting for me and Ms. Female Voice on the Phone to leave already dammit!
Well, I thought it was funny, anyway — since the ONE TIME in six months I’m not at home, and the ONE TIME I actually use a public facility, that HAS to be time ONE time my daughter calls during the day.
Anyway, I found it absolutely hilarious. Maybe you just had to have been there. Whatever.
So I get my plastic wrap. This huge box is 20 inches long, 5 inches thick, 5 inches tall. About 15 pounds. Thankfully I had my largest canvas bag with me, and my water battle (hurray for foresight). The space between Sam’s Club and the WalMart entrance at the end of Freeport is mostly undeveloped property with a 3-inch little ‘curb’ between me and the traffic on the freeway frontage road. A drop off into muddy grossness on the other side of me, with my canvas bag slung over my shoulder, throwing me off balance.
That sucker got really heavy really fast. And awkward!
But I made it back under the freeway and stopped at the Texaco for a couple big bottles of Gatorade — I was sweating way too much. And again the phone rings. Dang, I’m popular today, huh? This time it was the mill to tell me a couple items would be delayed 2-3 days. Away from my computer and without reference to see who had ordered which ones, I could only say “If it’s just 2-3 days for those, just hold the other stuff and send the entire order at one time.” (I’m still well within the 7-14 days time allowance for special orders from the mill, so it’s okay.) And I was soooo grateful there was a convenient ledge at the Texaco station where I could perch the edge of my butt and rest a moment on the phone. (Can someone tell me why a ledge that can hold an entire phone directory somehow manages to only fit half a butt on it???)
And then I trudged my way back up Freeport, and down my street. Two hours and twenty minutes from the time I left until the time I got back. Just there and back (thanks to the longer-than-necessary route) was 4.6 miles, and that’s not counting the other half-a-mile wandering around inside Sam’s Club to the restroom and then back to the other side to find the plastic wrap. Sheesh, you’d think they’d install moving walkways or something!
By the time I could see my own block way down the road, I was plenty ready to just sit down and rest right where I was. Man, what a walk! But an unleashed, unrestricted Chow-Chow mix dog decided I didn’t belong on his block and he barked and snarled at me a good long ways. Nope, no stopping to catch my breath or wipe my brow on that block. Nosirree, not on his turf!
But I went and did what I needed to do, and now I’m back home. And today’s yarns for dyeing are in the soaker bin, getting ready to dye. That will take 3 hours, give or take a bit. So I have time to take a nap. Oh and did I mention I didn’t get to bed until after 11:00 and was up before 3:30 this morning? So add a touch of “tired” to the “hot and sweaty”.
(Yes, yes, I could have just written: “Went to Sam’s Club for plastic wrap.” But what fun would that have been?)
On the plus side (I mean, besides getting to talk to my daughter and getting the plastic wrap), I now know the short route to get there, AND I know that there’s a generally suitable path over which to carry my granny cart next time I need to go there. Yippeeee! I saw some nice shorts for under $12, and some other cool stuff I’d like to get when I have some money. And now that I’ve gone and returned, I know I can do so again.
And now… time to rest a bit. See ya!