30th September 2025
We managed to squeeze in the last sale of the month by delivering the piece to Zeeland. This was another repeat customer who we like because she gives us eggs, not only that but she included blackberry jam and salsa, all homemade. I made the journey solo as Kelli was in the kitchen preparing for dinner.
On the way back I remembered that I needed coffee and tea, so I stopped off at Meijer.
This is not my usual place, as it is vast.
It is open twenty four hours, and the only day it closes is Christmas Day. I’m sure people could live there and not get noticed.
I managed to find the tea and coffee isle, only to be met with infinite choice for coffee. I walked up and down for several minutes trying to decide what packet to choose, beans or ground.
In the end I settled on an organic ground, I’m sure I will find out what it’s like tomorrow morning. Then it was off looking for tea.
In the past I have found Twinings, but this time the shelf was empty, luckily there was Tetleys.
Now armed with my products I headed over to the checkout. Apart from the size, this is what I hate about these enormous stores, self serving checkout. As I have said before, technology hates me, and because I only had two items, I thought it should be easy.
Passing the items past the scanner was simple, the reassuring beep meant I passed the first hurdle. Now I had to pay for it, slipping a twenty dollar note into the slot that was flashing didn’t seem to work. I trying a few times to flatten the note, thinking that was the problem. Then a warning message came up on the screen.
No t didn’t want to terminate the transaction, all I wanted to pay for my packets.
Eventually I managed to remove the message, how? I haven’t a clue, but it was gone.
Desperate to solve the problem of the unwanted note, I put my glasses on, this made all the difference.
The solution was you had to guide and push the note into the slot, which seems unnatural to do.
It’s like getting your fingers close to a saw blade, something I try to avoid, but as soon as the note was grabbed, I let go, waving my hands in the air it was an action of triumph, my fingers were still attached.
My change was dispensed from a different slot which happened to be the same one I was trying to shove the original note into.
I guess I will remember for next time ( nope!)
Today I remember Michael Elliott who died six years ago, a deeply religious person, a talented musician and someone desperate to fit in.
It still leaves me cold to think that he died alone, but I miss him.
Another Lifetime to go 