Question of the day on the radio:
Q: We will probably do this for 8 minutes this week?
Today at the big new Giant Grocery Store that opened in our town, I noticed three grocery carts that had been left in the parking lot. That's not normal. It's also not right. People here return the carts to their proper places.
The store is huge and different and exciting. Yep. An exciting grocery store. It passes for entertainment in these parts. But the carts left stranded in various places in the big parking lot are a sign of something. Change.
I'm not usually against change. And I like "different." But I like change that is better. Different should be better too.
People who don't live in our borough are being drawn to the store. Of course. It's not like anything else around here and it has been touted in the Harrisburg newspaper, and so on. Big Ballyhoo. (Oh, I've waited forever to use that word!) So folks from "across the river" are coming. Too bad they don't realize that they are giving themselves a bad name here by not doing the expected "correct" thing. Makes me sad.
At the store I bought a nice big basket full of fruit to give to my new next-door neighbor. They seem like very nice folks. They moved here from a suburb of Houston, Texas. I gave them a book on Pennsylvania Historical sites too. They have four kids. It's a big house. Now that I think about it, most of the houses here are big. That's 'cause the folks who built them all had kids.
They asked if they could trim the branches that are on their side of the row of about fifteen trees that separate our back yards. I'm big-hearted so I said sure. At some point I will be sure to mention to them that the trees are actually theirs. I don't want to overwhelm them with too much information right away. Wouldn't be prudent.
We've lived in our home for 33 years. Now there is only one couple on the street that was here when we came. They are the original owners of that house. They're pretty old and not all that well. They're next to go I imagine.
A "boy" who I saw hit a home run when he was 12 bought Mrs. Keller's house when she had to go into a nursing home. That's kitty-cornered from us. He's the mayor of our borough now. And the former Lillian Smith lives on our street too. I remember her from when she was in the third grade. She was an overweight sour kid. She's a thin, sweet mother of two now.
So many changes. In the beginning everyone had kids. Then all the kids were gone. Now there are kids on the street again. That's a good thing. That's a good change.
Little people to knock on my door and sell me magazines and cookies and decorative candles for school and scout fundraisers. *Sigh*.
Decorative candles. Puke.
Answer to radio question of the day:
Wait in line at the grocery store.