This morning I went to Safeway with Lillian to buy a few things. I like- No. Scratch that. I ENJOY shopping at Safeway, especially the store by our house. The store is not just clean, its Eileen clean. For those of you that know my mother, you know what I mean. It smells nice, the product is full and faced. The produce section is a fresh rainbow of juicy goodness.
For a peaceful shopping experience I go in the morning between 8:30 and 9:00. There are few customers at this time and I don’t like crowds. The employees on the floor are genuine and sincere. When they ask how you’re doing it really feels like they mean it. Today I spoke with a pharmacist and didn’t even need to. She offered to help me and stayed to chat when I told her I didn’t need assistance. Some people go to the mall for relaxation. I go get groceries. Its like a spa visit for me. I don’t need a sea-weed wrap. Just a copy of Time from the magazine aisle and a Starbucks from the counter up front.
I almost always go prepared with a list. Most times by this point I’ve already chosen our dinner menu and I’m supplementing what we already have on hand at home. A spice here, an ingredient there. I take my time and carefully choose what I will be feeding my family. I’m careful not to run out of the things Sheena likes. Coffeemate creamer, wasabi-soy flavored almonds, and Ben & Jerry’s ice-cream. Lillian likes her sandwiches on Sara Lee wheat bread. If there are some kind of chips in the house, I’m happy.
I suppose I’m the new breed of homemaker. Not the June Cleaver of the 50’s waiting for her husband to come home, all the while ironing the sheets in her crisp butter cream dress. I keep the house clean, the laundry washed, the bills paid, help Lillian with her reading, make dinner and write. …and wait for my sweet girl, with hope and love in my heart.
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