Notebook
August 1st, 2025 by Gary Osberg

I am not a shopper.  I am a buyer.  In April of 2018 I fell while crossing a creek in Sedona, Arizona.  That was the beginning of my back pain.  I noticed that my mattress had a sag in it, so I went to Slumberland and ordered a new mattress.  The salesperson scheduled the delivery for the following week and sent me home with a new mattress pad.  When I stripped my bed, I discovered that the feather bed on top of the mattress was the reason for the sag. I had forgotten that I even had a feather bed.  There was nothing wrong with the mattress.  It was just as firm as when it was new.

The next day I went back and cancelled the order for the mattress.  I felt bad, so I bought a gift card. A year later, the store sent me a $25 birthday card, so I set out on another shopping trip.  It was during Covid, and I reasoned that one more patio chair would be nice to have so that I could invite someone to join me on the back patio, and we would be 6 feet apart. Upon delivery I discovered that the chair came in a flat box, in pieces.  A “shopper” would have been wise enough to ask before buying.  Due to my sore back, I had to ask handyman Marcus to assemble it for me. I am happy with the chair.

In 2019, the art teacher at Upsala High School arranged an opportunity for her students to go to seven cities in Europe on an art tour.  My granddaughter Christen was a freshman, and I signed up to go along.  A total of 20 students and 12 adults signed up. Ms. P told all of us “Art World Travelers” that we needed to make sure that our checked bag would meet the maximum size requirement. Sure enough, my old suitcase was too big.

I walked into a local department store and went directly to the luggage display.  There was a small black suitcase with a sign that said, “Lift Me”.  I lifted it and headed for the check-out counter.  My friend said that she had never in her life been in and out of Macy’s that fast.  The suitcase was even “on sale”.  That shopping trip ended well.

“The years teach much which the days never know.”  Ralph Waldo Emerson

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