How the Cookie Crumbles

Life and scribbles on the far side of SIXTY-FIVE

What the..?


My five-year-old granddaughter didn’t have kindergarten today. I needed to pick up groceries and cat food. When was the last time I took Lily heavy-duty shopping?

“Did you bring your grocery list, Babcia?” she wanted to know. I’d never known her mother to make one, I thought.

MH900448735“Of course,” I gushed. We’d talked about some of the most important items I needed to buy before we left home.

“Where’s the list?” Blonde-little-Miss-know-it-all stared me down.

My hands fumbled in my purse. Crooked fingers fastened onto the photograph-sized spiral notebook I’d decided to use, to alleviate lost grocery lists, to keep growing book wish lists, things to remember and do, etc.

“Here it is.” I thrust it under her nose.

“Eggs, salad, popcorn,” she announced, still not knowing how to read. When had she become so loud?

I picked up Romaine—the best of the worst in the pile. “Salad, check,” Lily shouted. We passed basil. I grabbed a package. “What’s it for?” she demanded. I explained, and she approved. Lucky it’s her favourite herb.

As we arrived in the snack aisle, Lily broadcast, “Babcia, right there. Popcorn, check.”

“Thank YOU, Lily. I’m going to buy two bags so we never run out. What do you think?” I blurted. Why do I need to validate myself? She gave me the thumbs up. Who is this child?

As we approached the refrigerated area, Lily’s eyes lit up, “Babcia,” she pointed. Eggs, check!”

Red wine vinegar and artichokes called to me so I backtracked to the proper aisle. “What is that?” she asked.

“ You remember the spread you liked on the Focaccia bread at your sister’s birthday party?”

“Oh, yeah,” she said with a dreamy glow in her eyes, her sweet lips puckered.

“I already have a bottle of red wine vinegar, but I need another one,” I said aloud. Why am I explaining this to a five-year-old?

 Cat food next. Two grocery stores with no luck regarding what I needed. A pet store later, more expensive, I know, but kitty gets to eat. Success at last.

 ~ * ~

MH900402619The point of this story is the lifting into and out of grocery carts. My featherweight granddaughter is killing my back. Add lugging twenty-pounds of dry cat food, then groceries, and stooping to hang onto my precious girl. These are no longer ordinary feats for me.  Add again, up and down the stairs at home to unload everything. I don’t understand how something I didn’t see (coming) crashed and almost pulverized me—at least today. Six or so months ago, my experience hadn’t had anywhere near a similar affect.


 Does this mean I’m starting to fall apart?

 Already? I’m not even that close to one hundred yet!

Author: Let's CUT the Crap!

I'm getting a little LONG in the tooth and have things to say about---ouch---AGEing. I believe it's certainly a state of mind but sometimes it's nice to hear that you're NORMAL. I enjoy reading by the truckload. I'm a grandma but I don't feel OLD although I'm not so young anymore. My plan is to stick it out as long as I can on this lovely planet and only will leave it kicking and screaming!

20 thoughts on “What the..?

  1. Your lucky grand-daughter!
    Hope you have many more shopping trips with her!


  2. Not falling apart so much Tess, just out of practice 😉
    Should spend more time with her – keep you on your toes!!


  3. Not falling apart, your 5 year old grand daughter’s world is expanding. With that expansion comes a whole new dimension to your shopping trip.


  4. You’re not falling apart you’re granddaughter is getting bigger. That happens, you know.


    • Thanks, Patricia. The five-year-old is getting heavy. I can’t lift her like I used to when she sometimes likes to sit in the buggy. Makes shopping faster too because I don’t have to wait for her to keep up if I’m in a hurry.


  5. I wish she would help me with my shopping – what a sharp little darling!


  6. I feel your pain, looking after my grandkids is a killer now!


  7. Shopping trips with kids are certainly exhausting at the best of times!


  8. She is a whip. Perhaps you need a different cart strategy. I don’t believe for one single instant you are falling apart.


  9. I miss feeling a tiny little hand in mine. Grandchildren are a wonderful invention!


  10. Sounds like her brain has gotten heavy. 😉