So, we’ve entered the lesser known stage of grief known as Retail Therapy. It’s still driven by productivity, but the productivity took the show on the road as Ry and I did a little shopping today. I wasn’t going to write about it, maybe everybody’s sick of listening to the aftermath of our loss of Ry’s dad. But then I thought, well, it’s not like anyone is being forced to read it and maybe, just maybe, someone else out there on the planet will happen by and find some helpful information here. Either way, the bottom line is the writing of it is helpful for me. My blog. My prerogative. 🙂
So. Shopping. We did some shopping today. We dropped the kids at my mom and dad’s. When I set it up, it was just going to be long enough for us to go to the grocery store and make one other stop. But when I was leaving the kids, I bamboozled my mom into keeping the kids until near bedtime. So, Ry and I made a date of it.
We bought a bookcase for our bedroom. It’s a part of our “Let’s Clean Up the Second Floor” Chicken-with-its-head-cut-off dance. I’m excited about it because I’ve been collecting piles of books and papers and junk in our bedroom for quite some time but we only have this one, teeny tiny bookshelf in our room so stuff is spilling out all over the place. I have a cardboard box of books, a laundry basket of books, and some piles of books and folders on the floor. Hideous, really. I’m hoping when we return to the at-home version of the the Headless Chicken Dance tomorrow, that we’ll find more of the office space and I can shift my files over to there. Old sermons, old academic papers, old lesson plans. Things I need to store, but don’t need lined up on the floor of my bedroom. So, tomorrow a new bookcase will go up and be filled immediately, but then my room will be neat and tidy. Well. Almost. There still the tops of our dressers to deal with. . . .
Let’s see. What else? Got a new pair of jammies, super on sale. And Ry and I picked up some miscellaneous little things at the Great Big Home Improvement store. I honestly can’t remember what, exactly.
There was one thing we didn’t buy, that Ry’s wanted for some time, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to authorize tonight: a boat. Or a canoe. One of them. It seemed like such a fitting tribute to his dad. But, alsas, alack, it’s not to be. Not this time anyway.
Best part of the evening was going out for Mexican at a restaurant I absolutely love. Everything there is the best. The best salsa. The best warm, fresh chips. The best booths and tables. The best staff. The best food. The best margaritas. And. Bonus! Tonight (Wednesday) was margarita night, so my drink was half off. Anyway, it was wonderful to sit at table with Ry, feel my margarita, talk about his dad and cry a little bit. It was good. For both of us.
Our date ended with a romantic trip to the grocery store. I had to get the supplies for our annual New Year’s Day pork chop and sauerkraut dinner. We have my sister and her husband and daughters up. It will be fun and yummy.
See? I am feeling better. More optimistic. It was the shopping.