I’ve forgotten how much I don’t like shopping. You go into a store thinking you’re just going to look at area rugs. Next thing you know, on your way out, you walk back through the rest of the aisles where you notice a wreath. The Lenten cross still hangs on the door, and you think this would be a pretty replacement. The price is reasonable.

And then you remember you never replaced the welcome mat for the house front door. People are coming in and out these days, more than normal with the summer activity. You ask the girl straightening shelves if the store carries welcome mats. You notice how young and pretty she looks and want to tell her, but that would be weird.

There isn’t much selection to choose from. This time of year they’re all picked over. They have a rainbow and a dark or light brown. You go for the light brown because it matches part of the colors in the wreath. This price isn’t all that much either. To finish it off you return to the garden section with the plants. You want something yellow.

The ensemble wasn’t quite as striking and coordinated as I’d hoped, but I do like the wreath. The woman in line behind me even told me she liked it. Back when I used to shop a lot more I eventually decided that I wasn’t going to buy anything, a shirt, a house item, a decoration, etc, unless I truly “loved” it. I remember that now.

The interview went well today. I liked the place and felt comfortable with the overall setup. Today we finished pulling up the carpet and painting. The dumpster truck was supposed to come today but sometimes it takes a few times of calling. That’s one of those things I don’t mention anymore. I used to notice it every time I walked by.