Did you ever go someplace and have no idea how you got there or how you got home but you were very grateful to sleep in your own bed at night? Bingo!
We need some things for the new house. Big things. It’s been so long since I’ve purchased furniture. I’m not sure what’s in and what’s out so it’s time for a field trip.
First up was a stop at IKEA. We have a huge one that’s about 45 minutes from our home. That’s what google says. The way we go it’s more like an hour and a half. I’ve been there a number of times but it always looks different. It’s on the outskirts of a huge metropolitan area and there is always construction. How hard could this be? Google gave us directions.
We took at least four wrong turns, maybe more before we found it. It was in back of a Home Depot store that blocked the view until the very last minute. Traffic was heavy. The beloved husband was making “U” turns that perhaps he shouldn’t but from the honks, people were cheering him on! We got in the parking lot! Score!
Our IKEA makes you walk through the entire store to find what you want, check out and exit. If there is ever a fire, I’m toast. All the arrows take you through everything you don’t want to see and more. If you ever need to backtrack to pick up something you saw earlier, you are screwed.
We were looking at temporary desk furniture but we didn’t see anything that would work better than our current makeshift arrangement. It didn’t matter as they were out of most of the items. Stock was down considerably. Blame it on the pandemic.
After we dusted ourselves off from that store, we went to the BIG mall which is about 20 minutes from IKEA. There were three stores we wanted to visit out of 300. I studied the map fervently noting the locations in relation to the large stores that were more visible. I marked parking that was most convenient. Boy was I wrong. The three stores were somewhat grouped together at one end of the mall and our car was parked at the other. In between is what had to be a marathon length walk. There were not a lot of directories or any map handouts so we wasted time taking wrong turns. Often.
My Fitbit went crazy. It was screaming “Hoot, hoot!” on my wrist. “You go girl!” It kept telling me to keep on walking. There were French fries in this mall! It lied. There are French fries in the mall but in the 87,000 miles we walked, we didn’t pass one FF store! That’s just wrong. Instead I bought a package of Cinnabons that were made last year before the pandemic started. At least it seemed like that from the weight and texture. Sugar is not the same as greasy French fries.
At the end of the day, the beloved husband and I were exhausted and my Fitbit was exhilarated. I saw some lovely things and got some ideas but bought nothing. However, I made it home to sleep in my own bed.
*Alternate title: The Clampets go to the big city (You have to be an old Beverly Hillbillies fan to get that!)