I had an original plan for this day, and it was for Cheryl, Jon, and Taylor to come for hamburgers on the grill, and to listen to the 500 mile race. Cheryl and I had talked about it last week, and she said that would be great. Well, we all know that she has a sneaky Dad (you know the one I'm married to). Cheryl and Dad talk on the phone daily. Don tells her that Mom really doesn't need to be cooking. Then he tells me that Taylor would rather spend the day with his friends. Now, this is really what Don thinks, not Taylor and I. We both liked the original plan. What Don really means is that he wanted peace and quiet so he could listen to the race. See, what I mean? He's a sneaky guy.
But, he isn't all bad. He suggests to Cheryl and I that we might like to go out for lunch and go shopping. AND he financed the whole trip. He knew he could win us over with this new plan.
Lunch and shopping are our favorite Mother/Daughter treats.
So at noon we were off to go to lunch. We decided that we would go to Panera Bread. It is one of our favorite places. In the summer they serve this truly scrumptious salad. It is made up of
romaine lettuce, strawberries, blueberries, mandarin oranges, pecans, and poppyseed dressing.
It is TRES good! So that is what we had along with iced tea. Their special today was that if you ordered an entree, you could have any dessert from the bakery for just 99cents. So we HAD to have dessert. Right? We chose a cherry pastry. mmmmm.
After Panera we decided to shop at Marshalls. We love to browse their home and gift section.
They have unique things, and they aren't expensive. And I needed to find some new pajamas and slippers for Mother.
Now, let me tell you about Mother and her clothes. She has a whole closet full of clothes, many of them ones we have bought for all the special gift-giving days. She also has pajamas in a drawer, and robes. But she refuses to wear these things. She believes that those clothes in her closet and drawers belong to someone else. She has exactly four tops, and three pair of slacks that she will wear. She also has one pair of pajamas that she will wear. Now, she often changes clothes six or seven times a day, but it is always a rotation of these items. We have washed, washed, washed these over and over. I have mended, mended, mended. They are truly getting pretty worn and almost raggedy.
So, I hoped in desperation, that I could find a pretty pair of pajamas in the tailored style she likes, that would appeal to her. Cheryl and I found the perfect pair (we thought), and some
nice white slippers like the ones of mine that she admires. I bought them, brought them home, and gave them to her. She said oh how pretty they were, put on the slippers, and hung the pajamas in that closet where all good clothes go to die! An hour or so later, I asked her if she had tried on her new pajamas. She said, "What pajamas?" So I went and found them in the closet, and asked her please to try them on.
She tried on the new pajamas, and came out to show us how they looked. They were very pretty and we told her so. They fit perfectly, and we told her so. They were lovely for summer, and we told her so. The next thing we knew, she was ready for bed, and wearing her old pajamas. She said that the new ones made her look old (she's 90), and people would make fun of her.
Oh well, I tried. Out of Panera, Poppyseed, and Pajamas, two out of three were a success.
That's not a bad average.
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