Working Out the Kinks

After a weekend of sleeping in a tent, walking a quarter mile to the facilities (oh yes, it was a very modern campground with real flushing toilets) I probably deserved to be a little stiff and sore. A good night's sleep in a real bed should have been the remedy. I thought so anyway.

First thing yesterday morning, Ol' Abner & I set out for the Swedish Big Box with a specific piece in mind, properly researched on-line and through reconnaisance by Daughter and Middle Grandchild. We know the hazards of that particular jungle and planned to avoid wandering the wilderness of furniture, gadgets, cabinets and cookware. Plans for two stops prior to the arrival were changed and we ended up in the parking lot sans breakfast. Of course breakfast is one of those things that can be purchased in the Swedish Big Box. No problem. A marathon trek to the farthest corner of the store from the entrance allowed the curbing of hunger along with a wonderful cup of coffee. Unfortunately, Ol' Abner refused to claim the joy of relaxation over a second cup...food swallowed...time to continue our quest. We made our way bin by bin through the maze of rooms filled with racks of stuff we didn't even know we needed. Finally asking one of the fellows in yellow for assistance, we were directed to the appropriate rack containing our planned purchase. He kindly loaded it on our cart and we heaped a few more "necessities" on top and headed for the check-out with our treasure. Good work...uh...maybe not!

I was reminded that the first part of our lap enroute to the restaurant was at a faster clip than he would have enjoyed. He didn't have a chance to stop and look as we breezed through at warp speed. Huh?!? My simple solution...now that we have unloaded the weighty loot, we can stroll through and just look. What was I thinking? That's a long long stroll, and naturally additional necessities were discovered and added to the treasure bag. Two hours later we finally escaped via the check-out, hauled our cargo through the parking lot and marveled at the summer like heat. What ever happened to spring?

It was just after noon and already we were needing another good night's sleep.