Ho, ho, guess the "gift registry" thing hit a nerve! Well, I'm not going to argue about it--I won't convince you and you won't convince me--so what the hey. (I do love the pink flamingos story, Robyn. Hope the recipients proudly displayed them on their lawn.)
Pat's brother, Bill, called to invite us for dinner on Sunday (at 3 in the afternoon), a nice surprise. Said he's cooking ham and refused to let us bring anything. We're looking forward to seeing Bill, of course; he's a wonderful guy. He and Pat are the only surviving Molloy sibs--there had been seven. I love seeing his wife, Regina, too. We are on absolutely opposite ends of the opinion spectrum about almost everything, but we're happy to avoid certain subjects or just laugh at our differences.
Other than that, yesterday was a slow day with grocery shopping and stuff. Had chicken potpie for dinner and it was good.
I neglected to fill everybody in on my Saturday adventures. I went to Reynolds in Manahawkin and got little No-Name Great-Grandbaby an adorable newborn outfit (he's not due until July). On the way home,
stopped at Habitat for Humanity thrift store and met up with Frank D., who was looking for a table. I wasn't looking for anything in particular, but came across a silverplated meat fork for a dollar and bought that.
I can't imagine why people would turn up their noses at thrift stores. We have 3 nice ones within 10 miles and I often buy there, especially things like glassware (we break a lot), tee shirts for exercising, and pre-read magazines. I also donate to them. When we moved here, we bought new furniture and donated two loveseats to H. for H. I was pleased to see them on display for a modest price, then to notice they were gone the next time I stopped in. I hope some nice young couple--or some thrifty old couple--are enjoying them.
Not only does it save money to buy at thrift stores, it's also good for the environment (cuts down on the amount of "stuff" around), and you can get unusual items you don't see at the mall. A few years ago, I bought a beautiful, hand-embroidered tablecloth for my dining room table for $20. You can't get things like that at Macy's.
Ellen called last night, as she does every Sunday, and we had a nice chat, discussing the difficulties of teaching math to third-graders, among a wide range of other topics.
Well, yesterday, I was in an introspective mood, which resulted in the "Everybody has a secret life" mantra. Pat, Pat, of course you have a secret life. It doesn't mean you've robbed a bank, or smothered your next-door neighbor, or wear men's boxers--just that there's a quiet, careful, watchful, once-removed Pat inside you who carries on an inner life nobody but you will ever know.
Good lord, am I the only one?