We are back on track. The walking track, that is. Not a literal track, though. We walk around the neighborhood. Just “on track.” Double meaning. Turn of the phrase. Desperate for something to write about. Anyway, we walked again yesterday. Three more miles under our belts. Gotta be doing some good in there.
We also ventured into the dangerous world of Tourist Traffic. First stop was Randall’s to pick up a prescription at the pharmacy. We also grabbed some stamps while we were there. Yep, stamps. They are strange, sticky, little things that you use when you send out birthday cards and such. People used to use them all the time. Look on it as antique email. Wait. Email is kind of antique now, too, isn’t it? Umm. FaceBook Messenger? No. How about the super-old way people used to Tweet stuff to each other? Closest I can come. Sorry. I can’t help but think that people still enjoy getting a real-live, snail-mail, personalized card every now and then.
There were really very few people there. The parking lot was eerily empty, especially for a Tourism Saturday. So we decided to try our luck over at WalMart. Aaaaaand there they all were. The parking lot was packed. I mean Christmas shopping quality packed. I was worried that Chris was going to just drive on by and I would miss out on a fabulous people-watching expedition. She pulled in, though, and we made our way inside. Honestly, all we needed was some fruit, so it didn’t take us long to weave our way through. We did stop briefly at the cheap tank top aisle. Grabbed a few for each of us for our walking excursions. $3.96 each for mine. $4.96 for Chris’. What’s the deal with a woman’s clothes being so much more expensive? Ah, another issue for another day. We picked up our fruit, made one huge sweep around the entire store (adding some more steps, right?), and headed bravely for the check-out counters. I expected to be waiting in line for at least ten or fifteen minutes, but for some very strange reason, virtually every lane was manned. Our wait was every bit of thirty, maybe fifty seconds. That’s right. Would have been less, but the guy in front of us bought a big cooler, and the checker couldn’t get it off the conveyer belt. I love going to WalMart …
James 4:1-3 says, “What causes fights and quarrels among you? Don't they come from your desires that battle within you? You want something but don't get it. You kill and covet, but you cannot have what you want. You quarrel and fight. You do not have, because you do not ask God. When you ask, you do not receive, because you ask with wrong motives, that you may spend what you get on your pleasures.”
Father, watch over all the tourists here this week. Help them have a happy and safe time. Amen.