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So. I added a subtitle to my blog. I have not blogged in a year and a half. My problem is that I get an idea and then I think that I have to for some reason have a need for the rest of the world to know my idea and I don’t have a reason so I don’t do it. For example, I always think to myself that no one really needs to know that I got new curtains that are so spa today. Or, actually, that the people that really care already know because I have been telling them about the agonizing search for said curtains for about 4 weeks now. Most of the things I get ideas about are about the little things in my life – like curtains – and I don’t really think it’s that big of a deal to put a memo out to the planet.

The only thing that  sort of changes my mind is that – i hate to say it, this is going to sound arrogant - but I sort of like to go back and read the quirky things that were in my head a while ago. Also, I read The Time Traveller’s Wife and I think about it all the time. I think about how it would be if I met future versions of myself on a regular basis and would I spend more time trying to tell my past self the right thing to do or would I spend more time trying to remind my future self of things that I was afraid I was going to forget?

I decided that this is not a blog to the world. These are thoughts saved for my future self. If the world wants to read it, be my guest. 

I went to Walmart on Monday. It took me twice as long to wind through the store that I used to have memorized because they are in the middle of a huge renovation and I am one of the many brainwashed Madisonians who believe that it somehow will be all back to normal the next time I go and so far it isn’t. This would be irrelevant except for being super pregnant makes the motherload Walmart trip a little more cumbersome. Not a complaint, just a factor. So I lug everything I can’t live another week without to my car and I’m saving all of the heavy things for last because I hate picking them up when the coolest thing happens. This nice older gentleman is pushing his buggy past my car and sees that I have a 24 pack of water and a big thing of gatorade in the bottom floor of my buggy, not to mention the fact that I am currently double-wide. “Can I give you a hand with that case of water, ma’am?” I looked at him as if he had just offered me the hundred dollar bill that he picked up in the parking lot. Seriously? He didn’t mind, so he picked up the water and the gatorade and loaded them into the back of my car for me. Then he returned my cart to the cart-parking-spot. As I am typing this I am thinking that if anyone reads this they might think – what if that guy was really trying to steal my purse? Or steal my car? Or kidnap me? Or hold me up at gunpoint? Hmmm. I don’t know. All I can say was that he was just a nice old guy (whom I will say I knew i could outrun even at 6 1/2 months pregnant) who noticed something he could do for someone and took the time to do it. I commented that he was my angel of the day, and he said, “Well, we are all angels to someone.” cheesy? nah. I really left there thinking – who does that? That man’s kindness really stirred up my thinking. One thing is – I hope that my future self will notice the case of water on the bottom floor of the pregnant girl’s basket and not be in too big of a rush to stop.

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