- Tops doesn't (regularly) carry prepackaged balloons. If they do, no one in the store knew where, and so I ended up buying them (un-blown up) from the flower station.
- It is possible to get most of what you need with out going to Wal-Mart. You may end up spending the same when it comes to gas driving to different places, but I think if it had been summer, we would have biked a bit more, and saved there too.
- Sav-a-lot on a Friday night is just as bad as Wal-Mart, in terms of crowd and attitude. I did the shameful "excuse me, sorry..." when I almost bumped into someone's cart coming around a corner, and I got a death look. Scary.
- I see different people, a different clientele, at other places.
- I take different routes, obviously, but that I also means I notice other things, and get to know my town better.
- There is no "right" place to shop. We started frequenting Felt Frish Amish store, and it's funny - some stuff is definitely more "natural," but some items I assume are just bought in bulk and repackaged. It's funny to see 100 packets of Splenda (not that I buy it) in little plastic containers instead of a box. I don't presume to know much about the Amish way, but it's...interesting.
Conclusions? I don't know if I have any. Will we go back to Wal-Mart? Probably. There are some things you just can't get somewhere else, and it doesn't make sense to. I mean - if I need paper, I'm not necessarily going to expect to see it at the farmers market, but if I want truly fresh produce and meat, I am going to look locally first.
From left: Tom, Tom, Mickey, Melanie, Matt, Sheryl, Brian, Me, and Randy (I mean Jack...) |
The finishers medal. It took someone else saying it to make me realize it's a guitar pick. The bands on the course were GREAT! |
Adam and Mrs. Wadhams |
AND...on Tuesday I will be 35. Halfway to 70, Lord willing. Today, we are celebrating jointly with my sister in law, whose special day was a few days ago, and is NOT turning 35.
Lastly - ADAM LOVES KINDERGARTEN! Here he is with his teacher Mrs. Wadhams. Last night we were "reminiscing" about when he was born, and the heartache I had for him in the hospital, and I am sitting here thinking of how far he has come, and how he has grown into a God-loving, responsible, young man. I love him more than just about anything on earth. Wow.