Ok so this morning Juan decided he needed to trim his nose hair. We looked for the little electric gadget made for such jobs everywhere, but it was nowhere.
Juan got himself ready for church, I dropped him off, and went to visit my friend’s new apartment. The new apartment is in a very old building, and all the original woodwork and fixtures are intact. Simply gorgeous.
After my visit I picked up Juan who was still deeply concerned about his nose hair situation. We visited two separate health and beauty aid places, but no gadget, not even those little rounded edge scissors. Nothing.
After lunch at Applebee’s we cabbed home where Juan stared into the bathroom mirror and contemplated his nose hair situation intensely.
I went downstairs and did a couple loads of laundry, and came up to find that Juan was almost out of his favorite mints.
You know the man got through cancer with barely a whimper, but he was stressing big time.
So what else could I do but head to Target? I got his mints, his trimmer and a few things for myself.
I spent an hour rolling my red cart all about the store, and another hour snacking at the cafe and chatting on my mobile.
The great thing about Target is that everything is on one level. Every woman.there alone looked so calm, just rolling their wagons up and down and all around.
When I got home Juan was all in the shopping bags happy as a kid.
Isn’t this building gorgeous? I pass it on the way to Juan’s church.
Til next time.