This past week or so I have had several occasions where people offered me compliments which make me feel quite good. Some ladies at the pool today were talking about how tragic it was for my dear neighbors to have had to bury another of their children. Denny was 'only' 55, just a bit younger than I am, and had suffered for years with various illnesses. His sister, Molly, was killed 20+ years ago in a car accident in Ireland.
One lady stated that it is unnatural for a parent to survive their children, and I agreed. Another lady said, "Your son was quite young, wasn't he?" and I told them he was 5. Another lady, Susie, said to me, "You are always so cheerful and bubbly, you handle it so well..." I thanked her for that, and was able to tell the group how I can rejoice for him, having what I long for---seeing the Lord face-to-face. Yes, I miss him, I miss what I remember of Timmy, but the tears are for me, not for him. And I told them the same was true for Denny, that I knew he was a very faithful Christian, and this gives comfort to his parents as well.
Last weekend Jacquie told someone else at the pool that I "made their summer" by being so friendly to them, as newer folks at the pool. This is Mark's and her first summer season and how I have enjoyed getting to know them. This couple is one who also lost a son to a motorcycle accident ("the club no one wishes to join..."). That touched me because I really did nothing exceptional to make them feel welcome, just treated them like I do others. It's nice to be thought of in that regard!
After my grooming appointment late this afternoon, I stopped at Publix to take advantage of the soda special. Justin had stocked up yesterday and suggested I go back today to get some more. Buy two/get two, can't go wrong!
As I wheeled my cart around the store, I heard a man talking behind me, who was using a blue tooth-style phone, telling someone he loved them. This fellow, an older but not elderly black man, gestured to me that he was on the phone, and I smiled at him. Later we met again in an aisle and he said something to me this time, but I didn't understand him, but I smiled again.
In the ice cream aisle, he came up again, and then circled away from me. Then, he stopped and came back, saying, "Excuse me, I am not stalking you, but I have to ask the name of the perfume you are wearing. You smell so good." I said, "Of course you're not! It's called "Obsession"", and thanked him. He took a few steps and came back to ask the name again. I told him and he asked if I get it at Belk. He looked surprised when I told him I get mine at Wal*Mart but certainly he could look at Belk. Bet his wife is getting a bottle of perfume for her birthday!
I was in the mood for ice cream bars, similar to an Eskimo Pie but store brand or off-brand was fine with me. There were Dove bars, Nestle Crunch bars, various other types of special treats, including ice cream bars with no sugar added. But no regular ice cream bars to be had.
I left empty handed from the ice cream aisle, and at the register, when asked, I told them I could not find the ice cream bars. After I paid and the young lady was ready to push the cart out for me, a manager asked me if I found everything alright. I told him my problem with the ice cream bars, and he was on a mission to find some!
He parked my cart to the side and off we went to find the right bars. I told him that my mother might have had something to do with there being only NO SUGAR ADDED ice cream bars in this store, which made him laugh. He dug around in the stacks in the freezer and finally, at the bottom, he found some WITH sugar added, and we rejoiced! I begged him to not tell Mom we found them...te he he!
The young lady resumed her position of taking my cart to the car, after I paid for the ice cream bars, and off we went. When I popped the car open, we were greeted by 6 cases of soda from the day before! She had to laugh about that, but said she, too, takes advantage of every soda sale she can find. I told her some of us share our good fortune with others via Facebook.
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