What actually happened on Valentine’s Day and what I had foreseen would happen according to my blog post that I scheduled to post yesterday were two different happenings altogether.
I envisioned myself, honoring my inner goddess, blazing a trail into the town through the countryside and purchasing my desirable treats for the day, gathering boxes of chocolate from the local Dollar General piled up to the ceiling and on sale, followed by a one-person romantic candlelight dinner.
What actually happened is that I woke to discovering the world had become shrouded in a magnificent mist; the air was cool, crisp, and pleasant.
I also discovered that every person in Slocomb had decided to shop at Dollar General at the same time for no apparent reason.
The next thing I discovered when I finally entered DG was that they had sold almost completely out of all their Valentine’s Day fares and certainly all of the V-Day chocolate.
I had to buy candles anyway, and I was a bit perturbed to discover that the votive candles were limited to a white variety. White is, in the world of candle-burning and color symbolism, technically all-purpose, so I bought them anyway.
Slightly defeated and my inner goddess flickering with the first signs that she could possibly be irritated, I next ventured into the grocery store to make more purchases. A few essentials included white rice and green tea. Since I actually started cooking plain white rice to eat, the rule of thumb is that no one will ever buy it for the Hickory Shade again. I’m not complaining about this; I’m simply pointing out one of those strange rules of reality I’ve noticed.
The grocery store had even less options than Dollar General in the sweets department as far as things I actually cared to eat went, and I found a huge box of off-brand Fig Newtons, shrugged my shoulders, and said, “Hey, why not?”
In addition, because I’m not the biggest fan of alcohol, I got a bottle of Sparkling White Grape Juice. I told Maw-Maw when I went to Caleb’s house last night that Sparkling Grape Juice is how I always imagined alcohol must taste when I was a child and how I was unpleasantly surprised upon having my first taste of wine that alcohol was not pleasant-tasting.
So, then I got a Totino’s three-cheese pizza, took my groceries, and thought about how strange of a Valentine’s Day this was going to be.
I lit my candles, one in particular to honor the archetypes of love, and I gave thanks to God for the spirit of love in my heart and in my life. I had my pizza, my Fig Newtons, and my Sparkling White Grape Juice.
Then I read and finished The Teahouse Fire.
During this process, Caleb called me and asked me to come to his house.
So, first, I went to the post office to retrieve the mail- Gigi’s been sick, Bapaw never checks the mail, and Di-Di has caught whatever Gigi had, so I volunteered.
Plus, I figured there my Hanafuda cards might be in.
And they were.
Then off to Caleb’s house I went!
Caleb’s house operates in a slightly similar way to Hickory Shade in that things can rarely be done simply; Maw-Maw sent us for chicken, and then we had to go by a gas station to get some sodas. Caleb bought me some dark chocolate! Yay!
Maw-Maw ended up making her famous mashed potatoes along with green beans, so we had chicken, biscuits, green beans, and mashed potatoes. Well, I didn’t have chicken, but you know what I mean.
Then we spent the evening trying to watch several movies, including Death Becomes Her, Fern Gully, and Dumplings. Dusty came over and watched Dumplings with us, which was an interesting experience; he and Caleb readied themselves for bed, so we put on the TV series Desperate Housewives so they could fall asleep, and then I ended up leaving in the middle of an episode that was increasingly becoming boring but started off about religion.
And that was my very incredible, best Valentine’s Day ever! I wouldn’t have traded it for a romantic dinner at an elegant restaurant, because that requires one to try to impress other people, and what do you really gain from impressing someone? Not a whole lot.
So other people go suck an egg, and if they prefer not to do that, they can go fly a kite!
Now, get your nosh on, because that will impress YOU!
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