A Shopping Trip

Tank and I were off this morning to one of the nearby cities. For Christmas we received a Costco membership. When Attila and I did our first foray to purchase items at Costco, I chose some cashews. They were coated with preservatives, which I did not expect. I hadn’t checked the label until we got home. They had to be returned. Today was the day the cashews went back to Costco.

Costco is the nemesis of the pocketbook. I bought practical items, like peanut butter and canned tuna. I also bought some outrageously price macaroni, made with rice flour and quinoa. I wanted to try it. I hope I like it!

Then Tank and I headed over to one of the discount stores run by a church. I had items to donate, so I rang the doorbell at the back of the building, and handed my donations to the friendly gentleman who answered the door. Then I walked around to the front of the building and entered the store area to shop. I purchased an item that Attila had requested for the little house in the city, a casserole dish with a lid. It was like new, and cost $5.00. I could not resist an oval tablecloth, because I was drawn to the design and colour of the fabric. And of course, scarves were on sale for $1.00, so I purchased an extra. It was plain and brown and felt warm to the touch. You cannot have too many warm scarves!

It was bitterly cold and windy today. Not a good day for a walk, as there is a lot of ice about. Costco solved that issue for me, after walking up and down every aisle at Costco I had my exercise for the day.

And so this quiet day draws to a close. I can hear the wind pushing against the windows, and whistling into unguarded cracks here and there around the house. Perhaps the mice enter where the wind whistles.

Frost. When I drew open the drapes this morning, this is what the sunshine projected through the cafe curtains. It was cold last night, and the storm windows had collected dampness from the winter rain the day before.
This is the tablecloth. I loved the colour and the fabric, it may be sewn into something very different than a tablecloth! To purchase this much fabric new would be much more expensive than buying this large used and spotless tablecloth.

Worldly Distractions


Date: 9:00 AM EST Monday 5 January 2015
Condition: Mostly Cloudy
Pressure: 102.2 kPa
Tendency: rising
Visibility: 24 km
Temperature: -11.6°C
Dewpoint: -19.2°C
Humidity: 54%
Wind: NW 23 km/h
Wind Chill: -21


“It is pleasant to have been to a place the way a river went.”
Henry David Thoreau
1817 – 1862

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Love the tablecloth material. That is “our” favorite color! In fact I’ve been searching for some curtain fabric to make Paul new bedroom curtains.

“…unguarded cracks here and there around the house…” – love this line. We have those too! And yes, mice will get thru a very small crack indeed. They don’t need much space, unfortunately.

We are having very very cold weather here also, they say with wind chill, it’s going to “feel like” 30-below-zero on Thursday. Farenheit of course. Why is Farenheit underlined? Isn’t that spelling correct?

Tomorrow would have been my dad’s 113th birthday. If he’d lived past 1978, that is.

TopsyTurvy (Teri)

Bex, it’s fahrenheit. The only way I remember that is because it’s totally abnormal. 🙂

Things are cold and snowy here but at least we’re not having constant snow squalls.

DH and I have never been able to talk ourselves into paying the price for a Costco membership. I really don’t think we’d by from there very often. Instead, we’re very happy with our shopping at Freshco. They’ve got really good prices on most things and can have great sales. We can usually get out of there paying almost half of what we would at one of the other chain stores.

TopsyTurvy (Teri)

Buy, of course. Not by. *sigh*

Irene Bean

There are sounds my reminiscent heart remember with fondness. The sound of a screen door slamming shut is pure music for my ears. During the warm months I’ll sometimes invent reasons to go through my screened porch then through the screen door to the deck. Sometimes I have no invented reason, so I just go to the door and open it and let it slam a couple of times. This odd action satisfies a yearning I can’t properly describe. The slam of a screen door is so mid-century to my skewed sensibilities. TV’s *Lassie* always had Timmy running into the house and letting the screen door slam. The *Waltons* show also always featured a slammed screen door or two or three or eight.

You’re probably wondering why I’m writing about screen doors.

The whistling of a winter wind has the same affect on me. My 15 year old home is hermetically sealed, so it seems. But the older homes we lived in while in Kansas had creaking floors and whistling cricks in the structure and old windows that were laced with ice in the morning.

All these events transport me to a comforting place, which is uncanny because none of them is truly comfortable in the way I think we ordinarily define comfort.

Thanks. xo

TopsyTurvy (Teri)

Reenie has gotten me to think about favorite sounds. I love the sound of rain dropping from the eaves. Also love the sound of the heat coming on. Now that’s a favorite that didn’t start until we moved to this house, and I have no idea how it began.