This morning my little friend Jagger (a.k.a. my 6-year-old grandson) visited me. I had many items on my to-do list and thought we could knock some of them off and still have a fun time together.
I had driven 12 hours from New Orleans a couple days earlier, so our first task was to go to the car wash and remove all the bugs that gave their lives so I could travel quickly from the Gulf to the Ozarks.
In a clean car carrying a slightly damp little boy, we drove to Sam’s to get necessities like popcorn and strawberries. (Living alone, I’ve acquired some strange eating habits.)
Placed at the front of the store was a big bin of seedless watermelons, which were not on my list, but happen to be Jagger’s favorite fruit. I lugged one into the cart.
We walked through the large opening into the huge frigid cooler where strawberries and other perishable fruits and veggies are kept and Jagger asked, “How does the cold air stay in here?”
That led to an explanation of the big fans circulating cold air and us walking back and forth from the warm air into the cooler. Turns out a four-inch frame surrounding the wide opening to the cooler blows cold air at hurricane speed and acts like a door, keeping the cooler air inside the refrigerated part. Or that was my explanation to Jagger. (Science and engineering don’t take up much space in my brain.)
In the cheese section, I found Havarti on the very top shelf, and it was pushed to the back. No way I could reach it. (I’ve climbed a few shelves in my life, but this refrigerated unit was out of the question.) I looked around for a tall person and found a man in the wine section. I asked if he could reach something for me, and he followed me to the cheese area, easily reached the cheese, and I thanked him for his help.
With a few more items in the cart, Jag and I walked to the self-checkout lane. Jagger used the gismo that reads those bar codes while I transferred tallied items into another cart.
I heaved that heavy watermelon out of the cart and immediately dropped it on the floor. The thud was heard in the baby food aisle, and of course, a wide crack in the rind leaked watermelon juice.
A totally innocent man passing nearby stooped and picked up the watermelon, which dripped juice on his hands and his shoes. I waved at a woman in a Sam’s vest, and she found a big plastic bag in the florist area .The floor sported a few pink puddles before the three of us wrestled the melon inside the bag. She retrieved a cardboard box for the cracked melon, which I insisted on taking instead of replacing, since I had dropped it. Besides, I was going to cut it the moment we got home and scoop balls out to cool in the refrigerator. The watermelon smelled heavenly, and we all agreed it was a good ripe melon.
On our way home Jagger, who had witnessed the tall man and the strong man and the helpful woman’s actions, asked, “Are people always so nice?”
“Yes, they can be,” I said. “People want to help other people.” We talked about thanking people for help, yadda, yadda.
At home after scooping out the melon, I asked Jagger to open the back door so I could carry the still heavy half-melon rinds out to the woods for the deer to have a sweet drink. Besides opening the back door onto the screened porch, he ran ahead and held the screen door open, too.
“Thank you. Are you always so nice?” I asked him.
His smile reached ear-to-ear.
- July: Nice People
- June: Jeopardy
- May: Playing
- April: Seeing the World
- March: The Signature
- February: So I Went
- January: NOW do it
- December: Eureka!
- November: Morning Ritual
- October: The Hard Part
- September: Walking in the Dark
- August: Old is New Again
- July: Change Orders
- June: Country Songs
- May: Scars
- April: This Old Place
- March: Wearing a Robe
- February: A New Adventure
- January: Another Year
- December: Beginning a Hiatus
- November: A Name
- October: Of Course, I’ll Use the Grand Canyon or How I Spent My Summer Vacation
- September: I Packed Courage, Too
- August: Nothing Dangles From My Rearview Mirror
- July: Grandma Brown’s Desk
- June: Old Paint
- May: Dandelion Yellow
- April: Cleaning Out Our Past
- March: The Flames of Cheer
- February: The Color of Oklahoma
- January: Former Cars
- December: The Stocking Conundrum
- November: Comfort from a Cup of Tea
- October: A Friendly Wave
- September: Why Are First Memories Bad Ones?
- August: How to Treat a New Widow
- July: My Outrage or A Warning to Women
- June: Rock Collections
- May: May Baskets
- April: Screen Doors
- March: Hiraeth
- February: My New Key
- January: My Book Clubs
- December: The Real Santa
- November: Mrs. Coker’s Lamp
- October: Life’s A Holiday
- September: School Reunions, a.k.a. Looking Forward to the Past
- August: Risk
- July: Old Shoes
- June: The Ant Invasion
- May: Goodbye to the Sailboat
- April: A Rant
- March: Sharing Joy,
- February: On Reading Aloud
- January: The Lesson of Chicken Pot Pie
- December: The Scent of Christmas
- November: Life Markers
- October: Forgiving Myself
- September: I Won’t Change It
- August: Back in Time and Looking Forward
- July: Changes
- June: The Napkin Controversy
- May: On Being Overwhelmed
- April: A Time for Everything
- March: Washing the Car
- February: Drowning
- January: Who Will Live in My House?
- December: The Recipe on the Refrigerator
- November: The Lean
October: Washing Windows
September: Memories of Music
August: Leap Before You Look
May: The Hidden Garden
April: The Day Before April
March: My Favorite
February: The Safety Net
January: The Friendship House
- December: Do I Have a Small Mind?
- November: The Wonders Around Us
- October: Gaining Knowledge
- September: Respecting Others’ Beliefs