The Guide

We took a trip to Bellingham on Saturday. It seems that fabric is hugely less expensive in that city than anywhere near here. Lizzy is into quilting these days so, of course, we had to make the journey. For any of you who have ever driven there from the Canadian border, you know what a slow and agonizing trip that can be. Like the freeway that leads north of Puerto Vallarta, the Guide Meridian (what a cool name for a road) has been under construction since the days of Julius Caesar. I am happy to report that the up-grade is almost completed. There are five or six roundabouts which makes it a trip free from traffic lights. It is wide and smooth and there are only a few little bumps and irregularities that need fixing and it will be a done deal.

I had the brilliant foresight to take a book with me while 'the busy one' was shopping for just the right pattern and shade for her next quilt. As I scanned the parking lot at Joanne's House of Fabric, I saw that I was not the only guy who refused to enter that establishment. I had the car window rolled down an inch and a couple was walking past. There were very few couples going into the store, but mostly women on a mission who wisely left their men at home or in the vehicle. I overheard the whiny voice of the man say,"Please don't be mad at me" as he followed his little woman by ten paces. He had probably made a very reasonable request to stay home and watch the Winter Olympics. Before you, my dear readers, jump to any conclusions, I will tell you that I went voluntarily. Actually, I had an ulterior motive. We happened to turn into the Costco Parking lot on the way home, happened to walk into Costco, and happened, of all things, to stumble upon those delectable Macadamia Nut Clusters Enrobed in Milk Chocolate. There happened to be such an immense pile of them that I felt sorry for the order clerk, who obviously overstocked on that item, so I relieved him of some of them. I may have saved his job.
I try to do at least one good deed every day.