my peach to your plum
I went shopping today. Thrift stores, trying to find vintage things.
I don't know how I did, but I ended up buying a lot of clothes.
A LOT but because they were thrift stores, and old navy clearance racks. I didn't spend so much money.
Which I am proud of.
I never buy anything unless it's on sale now.
Tomorrow I am getting up with the help of lots of coffee in my system and helping my sister pack up her life into boxes to move into some new place.
A place with a jungle gym right outside her back patio for the kids.
I like this. It is only a few blocks away from her current place, and so it's pretty much just as close to me.
Which I like even more. It's nice that it only takes three minutes for me to drive to her house.
We spend a lot of time together.
I babysat my nieces Valentine's Day weekend, well the Friday before. I took them to the store with me and I never carry cash. It's my debit card all the way. Never get change. No need to really.
We were standing in line at the red box, I figured that we would get a movie since they were a little sick with colds, and I didn't want us to be too crazy with activity. So I figured that a little cuddle + blankets + comfy pj's= relaxing for all.
I let them pick out a treat, which now thinking back, may be why 2 year old Olive juice [ my nickname for her ] was hyper. I think her treat was pure sugar. [bad auntie]
Anyways, standing in line at the red box in fred meyer, and of course all those vending machines are super tempting to the eyes of the six year old little girl staring back at them.
The one particularly with stuffed animals, and the claw that never grabs the stuffed animal long enough to drop it in the slot that leads to your finger tips...you know, the one that takes [steals] 50 cents.
She asks me for some quarters, and I tell her that I am sorry to say I don't have any change or cash on me. And she says why? Because you're broke? You don't have any money because you're poor?
The man who is standing at the redbox, maybe in his 50's, checking out a movie to rent, glances at us and smiles.
I think he sees two kids, in warm coats, who he assumes are mine, one with a runny nose [because aunts forget to bring tissue for sick children with colds, and surprisingly in my suitcase of a purse, that is the one thing I am missing.] He notices the concern in the voice of the older one who just wants two quarters.
I tell her no honey. I just never have any change on me. I think in my head that if I were at work, and I knew she would want a quarter, I could have grabbed the stack of them in my desk that my friend Brian leaves me. I coincidentally don't have quarters in my wallet, because I give them to Brian to buy things from the vending machine, and he always replaces the quarters, but because we only work together two days of the week, he always leaves them in my desk drawer...I don't say this, because it seems like a trivial matter to explain this all to a six year old little girl who wants a stuffed animal. I don't say it because I am more thinking of it for the benefit of the stranger who smiled at me, to put him at ease.
The man leaves the redbox machine, and I am next in line so I step up to it. About 15 seconds later [it seemed like a rather long time to me, but who knows if it is.]
the man returns and says that hearing the conversation earlier between me and my niece, that he couldn't, as a Christian man not give me quarters that she wants. I think he thought I was a poor mom, renting a movie for my kids, for some entertainment, telling my little niece something to make her feel better about not being able to produce said quarters.
I tell him it's okay, and we don't need any quarters really...
He asks me nicely to take them.
I take two to please him.
Now there are more quarters there, he say, take two more.
so I do, and I tell him thank you very much.
I tell my niece to thank him.
I say God bless you, to him.
we didn't get any stuffed animals [I am never any good at those things]
but it tugged on a heart string, that someone could be so nice.
I don't know how I did, but I ended up buying a lot of clothes.
A LOT but because they were thrift stores, and old navy clearance racks. I didn't spend so much money.
Which I am proud of.
I never buy anything unless it's on sale now.
Tomorrow I am getting up with the help of lots of coffee in my system and helping my sister pack up her life into boxes to move into some new place.
A place with a jungle gym right outside her back patio for the kids.
I like this. It is only a few blocks away from her current place, and so it's pretty much just as close to me.
Which I like even more. It's nice that it only takes three minutes for me to drive to her house.
We spend a lot of time together.
I babysat my nieces Valentine's Day weekend, well the Friday before. I took them to the store with me and I never carry cash. It's my debit card all the way. Never get change. No need to really.
We were standing in line at the red box, I figured that we would get a movie since they were a little sick with colds, and I didn't want us to be too crazy with activity. So I figured that a little cuddle + blankets + comfy pj's= relaxing for all.
I let them pick out a treat, which now thinking back, may be why 2 year old Olive juice [ my nickname for her ] was hyper. I think her treat was pure sugar. [bad auntie]
Anyways, standing in line at the red box in fred meyer, and of course all those vending machines are super tempting to the eyes of the six year old little girl staring back at them.
The one particularly with stuffed animals, and the claw that never grabs the stuffed animal long enough to drop it in the slot that leads to your finger tips...you know, the one that takes [steals] 50 cents.
She asks me for some quarters, and I tell her that I am sorry to say I don't have any change or cash on me. And she says why? Because you're broke? You don't have any money because you're poor?
The man who is standing at the redbox, maybe in his 50's, checking out a movie to rent, glances at us and smiles.
I think he sees two kids, in warm coats, who he assumes are mine, one with a runny nose [because aunts forget to bring tissue for sick children with colds, and surprisingly in my suitcase of a purse, that is the one thing I am missing.] He notices the concern in the voice of the older one who just wants two quarters.
I tell her no honey. I just never have any change on me. I think in my head that if I were at work, and I knew she would want a quarter, I could have grabbed the stack of them in my desk that my friend Brian leaves me. I coincidentally don't have quarters in my wallet, because I give them to Brian to buy things from the vending machine, and he always replaces the quarters, but because we only work together two days of the week, he always leaves them in my desk drawer...I don't say this, because it seems like a trivial matter to explain this all to a six year old little girl who wants a stuffed animal. I don't say it because I am more thinking of it for the benefit of the stranger who smiled at me, to put him at ease.
The man leaves the redbox machine, and I am next in line so I step up to it. About 15 seconds later [it seemed like a rather long time to me, but who knows if it is.]
the man returns and says that hearing the conversation earlier between me and my niece, that he couldn't, as a Christian man not give me quarters that she wants. I think he thought I was a poor mom, renting a movie for my kids, for some entertainment, telling my little niece something to make her feel better about not being able to produce said quarters.
I tell him it's okay, and we don't need any quarters really...
He asks me nicely to take them.
I take two to please him.
Now there are more quarters there, he say, take two more.
so I do, and I tell him thank you very much.
I tell my niece to thank him.
I say God bless you, to him.
we didn't get any stuffed animals [I am never any good at those things]
but it tugged on a heart string, that someone could be so nice.