3 Girls and 4 Suitcases.
Yesterdays temperature was way below what it's been, especially factoring in the wind-chill which was pulling it down to around -20 again. I am pretty sure that they told is Spring was around the corner but I am seriously wondering which corner?
The girls wanted to go shopping and they requested my company, which was nice. I thought that they may have wanted some young-person time without me but nope, it seems that I am okay to be out and about with.
There is a humungous store called Honest Eds which has been in the same Bathurst/Bloor location for decades and that is where we headed, to see what kind of bargains we could find.
The girls disappeared off to browse and left me looking at housewares, fabric and many other dept's that they had no interest in. I found some earplugs (handy for living in an open plan house when you want to have an early night) CD cases (for putting the meditation Cds I am making into) a diary (with time-slots for when I begin doing sessions at Janices shop) nail transfers (for my toes, when it gets warm enough to bare them) and te biggest find of all was the DVD that the library needs us to find/replace at $1.99-yippee.
We spent almost two hours in the shop and then wandered along the trendy Queen Street, nipping in and out of various stores as we went. Our end destination was Five Guys because it had been a long time since breakfast and we were very peckish.
A delicious burger and fries later (a hot dog for Jen) and we were all set to go shopping again. The girls headed for clothing and I headed to Andrews favourite book store where their books are all discounted and some are second hand but in great shape. I was having a wonderful time till I realised that I had gathered seven books-oops. I put four back and purchased the other three. One was a particular bargain at $1 and was even signed inside by its Authors. I went to sit in the food court and started reading the $1 one which is called 'Ask and it is Given' only to be told by an elderly lady, sitting opposite me that I was 'shallow' for repeatedly covering my upper lip with my hand. She has a husband at home with a scar on his lip so what was I covering mine for? My mind was boggled by this mini 'attack' but I continued to read, refusing to run off and hide and I imagined myself surrounded by a big pink bubble which emminated loving kindness to her. I was able to let her comment go fairly quickly but I didn't cover my mouth with my hand again. Why do I do that, in the first place?
The girls collected me and the old lady was still there, head in her hands. I asked that the angels make her feel less burdened-poor soul.
What made her think that she needed to berate me?
Anyhoo, we girls completed our outing with a visit to the grocery store and it was after 8pm when we finally got home. I began the laundry and we ran out of time for a movie. The younger three ladies headed upstairs early-ish due to an early start today.
For what-I will tell you tomorrow.
Much love,
Lxxx
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