The other day I was in Costco sorting out my membership so I could again purchase way too much stuff and eat a free lunch of food samples. Not to mention buy gas at 30 to 40 cents per gallon below normal. OK, I admit I’m suburban at heart although I fight the good fight.
Anyway, my original membership was with my grandmother. So I’m explaining that she died, and the woman helping me keeps repeating on the phone and to supervisors, “the grandmother passed away.” And every time she said it, I could feel my composure slip a bit. Until I finally started weeping, right there at the Costco membership counter amid crying kids and hotdog eaters.
It makes me realize how much I miss her. Most of my life I spent a night a week with my grandparents, and I haven’t been able to replace that ritual.
I also miss when my parents are out of town, and am thankful when they return.
2 comments:
I have almost always been connected to the suburbs. I think it's tough out here- very isolating to a creative person.
Costco is merciless...
MJS
Yes, but why can't I give them (Costco and the burbs) up? It's like religion, you can never shake what you learned as a child...
Nice to see you the other night.
K
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