I’m talking about something we used to do every Saturday night as a matter of principle

Disjointed thoughts:

- The big wedding is next Saturday. I was out of the house by 8:30 this morning, went to the ceremony venue to take pictures and find electrical outlets, picked up my bridesmaid shoes, got my eyebrows waxed, picked up the rest of the centerpieces, had my wedding rings cleaned, and had an eye appointment all by 1:00. Now I’m very very tired.

- Re: eye appointment – I’m wearing contacts for the first time in over a year. My glasses are so strong that they make everything look smaller than they are. Now everything looks huge. I picked up a People magazine at Barnes & Noble tonight and made CB swear it was the same size as it always is. Also, my face feels naked.

- Re: Barnes & Noble – CB gave me a $100 gift card to B&N two Christmases ago. I finally remembered to take it with me tonight. I got 5 new Madeline L’Engle books (the fifth in the Time Quintet and the final four in the Austin series), Waiter Rant (endorsed by Anthony Bourdain), and Escape, written by a woman who’d escaped a FLDS compound. I’d read articles about her and then followed the coverage about the most recent FLDS mass exodus with fascination. I’m reading this one first.

- Tonight, the godkids’ granny (who passed away this summer) came up in a conversation they were having with their nana. The godson (4), said, “Granny died” and Nana said, “yes, she did” and he said, “we need to go to the Granny Saver!” Nana asked what that was, and he said, “It’s the store where you go pick out whatever granny you want. You go from your house, take two rights, then a left, then another left, then up the hill and then down the hill and that’s where the Granny Saver is.” Then Papa, Granny’s husband, stopped in to visit, and the little one told him about the Granny Saver and Papa just sighed and said he wished there was such a place.

- We had a date tonight like the ones we had when we were first together. We went out to eat, went to Toys R Us, and then to the bookstore. Back in the day when we didn’t go into work until after noon, we would go to B&N in the evening, get a coffee, and browse for hours. Now we’re old and have to get up at the butt crack of dawn, so no coffee, but plenty of browsing. Home by 8 on a Saturday, he’s building something with Legos and I’m reading about polygamy. What a couple of intellectuals.