Dearest Sylvia, For Love, over the last 54 years, you have helped me to experience many firsts. At 72 years of age, I thought, until this morning, I was running out of new experiences. Once again, I was wrong.
It was 5:45 in the morning. I had gotten up and prepared breakfast burritos for the grands. I replayed the last conversation of yesterday in my befuddled before-coffee brain. I had asked you what was going to happen tomorrow and what my responsibilities were. I realized you mentioned car-pooling the girls to Ladies Aide at 9:30.
But, I had committed to shopping at Aldi’s Grand Opening at 9:00. OMG; the consequence of the carpool was I would be in line for the Aldi’s Grand Opening alone. The little boy from Grayling that hid behind Mom’s corner china cabinet when visitors came went into a full-blown panic attack.
I ran through my entire kit bag of lame excuses. I realized I was really scared to go alone. It was useless; I had trapped myself into committing to go (they gave away $100 store gift cards to the first 100 customers). For Love, I pulled on my big boy panties and pretended to be brave.
At 8 (the store opened at 9), I started my truck, scanned my shopping list, and drove to Canton. Of course, the line started to form at 7. I was shopper 143, the first 100 got $100 store gift cards. I got a key fob which has a slot for the quarter needed to rent a shopping cart, a reusable shopping bag and $15 worth of store coupons.
I missed on the third dozen eggs but otherwise did find most of the items on the shopping list. For Love, I did bring you half a dozen roses. To be very candid, they were as much my reward for once again going outside my comfort zone. Yes, Virginia, old dogs can learn new tricks. If we have to.
I love you more than Martha Washington Geraniums, Eddie B.
P.S. I really enjoyed the event; I was an old rooster in a line of friendly hens. The ladies doted on me. I, of course, loved the attention. Next Grand Opening, go with me. We can count it as a date.
