Where we lived in the Smoky mountains was …..well simply beautiful. Seemingly idyllic with a fresh and wonderful scene to ogle around every endless bend in the road. Beneath the opposite glove however was one of the prices to be ponied up for this wondrous benefit ….a small amount of inconvenience .
“ Give it a rest will you ?” was a response from Mag as I lamented, yet again over the difficulty of obtaining things I needed. She heard me whine when there were only 37 glass blocks in stock and I needed 46. This forcing another half hours drive to a Home Depot to discover they carry the blocks but not the appropriate mortar creating a 35 minute extension to the road trip. This earning the discovery that the next Home Depot has the mortar…..but doesn’t carry the block. She heard the semi tantrum over driving an hour to discover the supplier was 4 sq.ft. short of the required bathroom tile needed for a project. My close to tears blubbering over a thirty five mile three town unsuccessful search for distilled water brought little sympathy and she clearly didn‘t understand the angst over a forty minute drive to discover Lowes has every drill bit but the needed one.
Once again blaming the luck of my left footed birth Mag said…….
“Its you….no one can have such a hard time as you with this shit.” and I wondered yet again if this might not be so.
One day Mag was concocting a home made recipe for some kind of skin cream she had gleaned from a magazine and so built a small shopping list to be filled at the closest pharmacy of any size. At the pharmacy we found three girls in the aisle un packing boxes and Mag asked of the first item on the list….
“ Rose water ?” creating a six eyed blinking stare and the need to repeat…
“ Where is the rose water please ? “ and the leader then spoke up to inform that…….
“ It’s prolly in the back cooler with tha other cold drinks “
I never asked about the effectiveness of the skin cream minus a key ingredient….but I did notice she never made it again . And I did notice she seemed almost sympathetic when the man at the auto parts store counter informed me that they only had “one” of the pair of rear shock absorbers my pickup so sorely wanted.
