Why Lemony?
(the “About Me” page)

August 11, 2007

Just one little thing

Have you ever been at a point in your life where you're in a cocoon phase because you're trying to do lots of new things that are hard and you haven't learned yet and it's a real stretch and growth and change are going to have to happen and it's really hard (yes, I mention that again) and really important so you have to protect it from everyone whether they mean well or not so it can be truely you that comes out of the cocoon in the end? Yeah, that's where I'm at. So I haven't said anything personal for a long time and that's why. Not ready to come out of it yet, just thought I'd give a status report since I'm past the very beginning of it and don't want anyone to think I'm lost.

I'll say this though, the cycle of baby-having and baby-caring-for has gotten me in the habit of working on large-scope projects in an intense, personal way.

And now for something completely different. Although, of course, everything is related somehow.

So I've been toying with the idea of using canvas bags at the grocery store since we accumulate horrendous piles of plastic ones in the course of an average month but I didn't want to shell out ten bucks a bag when I wasn't sure I'd really do it. Enter Trader Joe's (angel chorus: AHHH) where canvas bags are 2.95 each. Now I was nervous that the cashier at Meijer was going to get mad at me for bringing such odd-shaped, other-grocery-store-labeled monstrosities into their neat carousel bagging system. So I waited for a slow day and only got a medium amount of stuff that I thought would fit in the bags I had and took a deep breath and said to the cashier, "I brought my own bags" all confident-like so the guy would think I just did this every day. And he said, "alright!", not cheerily, but upbeat-accepting at least. I stayed by the bagging operation to put them in my cart as soon as they were full since they couldn't just twirl around like usual. And then! He started pressing a lot of buttons at the end of the transaction and he took 5 cents off my bill for every bag I brought! I felt like I had just won the lottery! I definitely felt a little sunshine from above that day.

Posted by Bahiyyih at August 11, 2007 12:56 AM

I love your analogy of being in a cocoon. That means you're a beautiful butterfly if you look at the end in the beginning.

I've really been wanting to use my own bags too. There's a contest in the Chicago Tribune that if you send in your story of how you live your life a little greener they might send you these neat bags to use for groceries (it's in the home & garden section). You're cool!

Love ya!

Posted by: layli at August 12, 2007 01:31 PM