Trip To America

Posted by on Jan 3, 2016 in Blog | Leave a comment

Off Island to America

Woke up at 2:30 this morning. Catching the redeye at 5am. Emma agreed to tag along for the day. Nice day; mother and daughter. Eighteen year olds don’t readily wake up at 4:30 so she hobbles to the truck tucked into her Costco fuzzy blanket and sleeps on the ferry.


I ordered a brand new gas range from a store in Seattle. The boys on the mainland called to say they are too old and what with their bad backs, were not able to load it. They suggested I bring four strong men to heave the thing into my truck. With that news I had it shipped back to the warehouse where they had one strong dude and I figured Emma and I together might make up a second. They said if I removed the canopy from my Tacoma they could load with a forklift.


I had never removed the canopy from my truck but it also requires four strong dudes. My friend Dale got the thing unhooked, we sent out some texts and within a few minutes had our four. Cost: 3 bottles of wine. Which we drank—the five of us—at 3:30 in the afternoon.


Drove to Bothell the next day, picked up the range then grocery outlet for discounted wine for bartering and drinking, quick stop at value village for old new clothes, Costco for gas and provisions then on to home depot for light bulbs.


Have any of you been shopping at Costco with a teenager? I live in a 950 square foot unfinished house. Emma lives up the hill a bit in a 30-foot travel trailer. The day began to get challenging as Emma got her own cart. She shows me a gallon size bag of baking soda. “Can we get this?” she asks. “No,” I say, “what are we going to do with a huge bag of baking soda”. She says, “There are millions of things we can do with baking soda.” “NO!” I insist, “we don’t have anywhere to put it when we go home.” Then she presents me with a gallon of apple cider vinegar insisting we NEED this gallon of apple cider vinegar because it is so good for us. “NO Emma NO!!” This went on until we had $500 worth of stuff that we did and didn’t need. I pay for the stuff and get out of Costco with most of my sanity still intact.


Emma helps me find the truck because I can’t remember where I parked. Why are parking lots designed in diagonals? We get to the truck and middle daughter calls. “Oh mom I am feeling so stressed. I really need to talk to you right now.” I keep her on the line with the phone cradled under my ear as we unload the cart. I back out of the parking space with Michele stressed and needing to talk and Emma mad at me for not buying the gallon bag of baking soda. I am looking at the clock not wanting to miss the 4:30 ferry. We are deadlocked. My number one pet peeve is when someone is parked in the middle of everything, waiting for a shopper to unload their groceries and pull out so they can take their parking space. There are parking spaces in the next row for God sake. I am beginning to rant at this point.


We are finally on the way to Home Depot for light bulbs. I am having track lighting installed and have 13 tracks. Some assembly required. Bulbs not included.

I drop Emma off at Ross and I am on my way to destination. Light bulbs. Have you ever been to the light bulb isle at Home Depot with a little piece of paper describing the various bulbs that will work for your project? I have half an hour to find the right ones and I need 39 of them. This requires two workers, a store manager and a set of portable stairs. Done. Did you know 39 light bulbs cost $300? I pick up Emma and she helps me pack $500 worth of stuff from Costco, a Bertazonni 36 inch gas range and $300 worth of light bulbs in a truck with no canopy.


We make tracks for the ferry with no time to spare. Pick up speed along highway 20 and notice white light bulb boxes rising up out of the back of the truck and dissolving into the traffic behind.



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