It's just me and my dog sitting here in the house. The dog is going nuts because she sees her in-laws across the street and she wants to go and be with her beloved. She and the neighbor dog have a thing going. They are smitten with each other in a way I did not know occurred with canines.
I've been meaning to write about my most recent excursion to Laredo. The kids and I went for Easter and, like every other trip, we ended up at Wal-Mart. This is an observation that I have made and we are testing the hypothesis. Can we go an entire vacation without going to Wal-Mart? So far, the answer is no. This time my middle kid forgot to bring a pair of shoes. As the mother it should be my responsibility to make sure that everyone is properly packed. He started off with 2 pairs of shoes, but before we had even gone 100 miles he had busted his flip-flops and the cleats (couldn't find his sneakers) that I grabbed for him were actually his sister's. He could have made it the whole weekend shoe-less had it not been for the fact that we were going out to a ranch chock full-o' snakes and cacti. Sadly, I can't even blame the whole Laredo Wal-Mart experience entirely on him. By Easter Sunday I had already been there about 3 times.
The thing about Wal-Mart is that they are all exactly the same. I don't mean the physical lay-out, but I mean the ambiance. If you are in the middle of a Wal-Mart the city outside could be just about anywhere. There are never enough cashiers and the lines are always about 10 people deep. There are always women who should be wearing clothes larger than what they selected to wear (ample flesh pouring over the sides of their tank tops and jean shorts) and usually they have about 3 crying kids in their cart, especially if it is 10 o'clock at night. Even the ethnic mix is always the same; a cross-section of America. Maybe I always end up there b/c of the security in sameness. Sadly, the consistency of Wal-Mart comforts me.
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