Wednesday, June 17, 2009

The Perfect Pioneer Valley Shopping Trip

Step one: Try to convince your days-from-three-years-old to run errands in the bike trailer by offering to be Thomas while he is the driver, blowing his train whistle. Fail miserably. Why can't Thomas have at least one episode about an electric assisted recumbent pulling a brat in a Burley?

Step two: Get in car and drive to town. At least this way you can listen to Ani.

Step three: Stop at Hastings, the world's most perfect stationer (open every day since 1914 or some such date!). Buy 7 father's day cards (yes, seven, just for this year, we're not stocking up). Buy a package of Moleskine notebooks because they and a fountain pen are the perfect complement to an iPhone. At least until Apple releases the damn tablet that we are all waiting for.

Step four: Load Burley-resistant offspring into MacLaren (what was that witty New Yorker Cartoon, anyway?). Walk down to Food for Thought Books and buy the 4th installment of the Bone graphic novel from the nice man who got you hooked on it in the first place. Appreciate that you might only learn about such things at a cooperative bookstore. They don't even offer a bag, because they see you putting your purchases into your handy Timbuk2 courier bag.

Step five: Load self, child, MacLaren back into Honda. (If Julian only new what MacLaren is really famous for!).

Step six: Stop at Mom's Asian Grocery for buckwheat soba noodles to bring to elementary school potluck tomorrow. Notice sign on door that they don't take credit/debit cards. Curses, foiled again. Don't have time to go to "Don't blame me, I bank locally"'s ATM and still buy noodles.

Step seven: Drive home, wondering who first said "those who do not laugh at themselves leave the job to others."

2 Comments:

Blogger Syllabub said...

One evening I went to Hastings through the back entrance. I walked in, through that newspapery hallway, and was poking around the store looking for something, when I suddenly realized -- it's really dark in here! And I'm all alone! The store was closed, but they hadn't locked up! It was the creepiest feeling . . .

4:56 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

You might have learned about the Bone books from your local librarian as well, friend. Well, maybe not in Amherst though. I heard the head of the children's department whining about how horrible graphic novels are and how she wished she didn't have to offer them. They need me so badly there! By the way, try Tellos.

11:25 AM  

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