I am about to haul myself out of bed and head upstairs to turn on the Keurig. A giant mug of coffee is only minutes away.
A huge fishing boat is passing the house, on a very quiet lake, right now. I am impressed.
Back to the topic….
You are wondering where I am going to shop and what I am going to buy, aren’t you? Well, it’s not exactly what you think. The Two Kathies (Kathy and Kathi) have offered to loan me any fancy serving dishes, platters and various dishes that I need for the baby shower I’m hosting in a couple of weeks.
“Come shop,” they said. “We have everything.”
And they do, these Supreme Hostesses of the Northwest. They really do.
Kathy, on the river, said, “Come to my house first. I have platters and china you can borrow. And then we will drive to the mountain together.”
Kathi, on the mountain, said, “Come to my house and we will have lunch and sip tequila.”
Kathy, on the river, agreed. “I will bring wine.”
Kathi, on the mountain, said, “We will make it a party. Bring Dancing Mandolin Player and our French Friend Janou. Borrow all of my cake stands and platters. I will make lunch and we will sit on the deck and sip tequila and look at the Bull River Valley and tell stories about our summer.”
And I, sometimes known as “More Pie”, said, “Yes. Yes. YES!!!!!”
In three short hours I will load My French Friend Janou (whose pregnant daughter is the reason for the baby shower) and Dancing Mandolin Player (who, thank God, is finally recovering from a serious infection and hip injury and is now available to party) and drive to Montana.
I will load the car with bottles of wine and jars of plum conserve.
Could shopping be any more fun? I don’t think so!
And speaking of shopping….two days ago I placed an order at Kohls.com. I needed new leggings and some long sleeved t-shirts. And the nearest Kohls is 65 miles away. Well, yesterday my “General Delivery” address caused some confusion. A twenty minute phone call was needed to prove that I was who I said I was, that I was not a thief intent upon charging 2 pairs of leggings and three cotton shirts on someone else’s charge card. It was quite the inquisition.
I was glad the people and the computers at Kohls are so diligent, but this is not the first time that my modest “General Delivery” address has caused problems. Between the local UPS drivers, the post mistress and the FedEx folks, I have managed to get packages delivered or held for pick up. Everyone I’ve dealt with has cheerfully cooperated.
But I think I would rather shop in Montana, on the river and up on the mountain, while sipping tequila and sharing stories with good friends.
I am soooooo looking forward to this day!