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Repeating history, yet again

I will NEVER learn.

Nineteen years and counting, and I STILL can’t stop myself from inviting Basil on shopping trips. (My husband, that is, not the herb.)

And every single time, I spend most of the trip either trying to move him along or traversing every square inch of the store trying to find where he wandered off to.

Basil as a child. Even today I have to work to keep him from wandering off!

His parents’ habit of using a harness and tying him to a tree as a kid (no joke — it’s legendary and the accompanying picture is not photoshopped) is family lore, and I used to feel sorry for his younger self.

Now I empathize with his mother. And I am not nearly as charmed today by the story in which a pint-sized Basil and his cousin learned to untie each other and escaped to the shore during a family picnic at Sherwood Island only to see an army of Greek relatives advancing over the hill toward them.

Tonight was a perfect example. I had a very short break in the midst of a crazy long workday and an extra  long grocery list because we have company coming on Saturday. I’m desperate to maximize every minute. Ever hopeful, I suggested he meet me at the market to speed the shopping process.

BIG mistake.

Basil cannot keep to a list, is drawn to every processed food ever created, and is like a child in the store — mesmerized by all the sights and sounds despite his 56 years.

Didn’t I want this brand? Didn’t we need that food? Had I seen this product? Did we have enough of these? Wasn’t I planning to make a second entree someone was hankering for at Saturday’s dinner?

(Like, in my spare time, maybe?!)

Several times I found him standing in front of a display, mouth agape in wonder while the minutes ticked by and my patience thinned.

Yes, I was pushing on a rope.

Well, until we got the cart out to the parking lot and he told me to drive home while he packed up the grocery bags and drove them home.

Of course, once in the kitchen, he didn’t know where any of the purchases should go.

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About Terri S. Vanech

Wife, mother, communications specialist, Jazzercise instructor and recently reunited adoptee. I'm living out loud -- and trying to make it all work -- in midlife. Having a sense of humor sure helps.

Discussion

5 thoughts on “Repeating history, yet again

  1. That picture is priceless! I say it is lucky for all of us that Basil uses his energy for good, he could be dangerous otherwise.

    Posted by Kathy | January 27, 2012, 2:48 pm
  2. Is this the same guy who bought you flowers earlier this week? I’d keep him!
    I’ve never gotten flowers following a business trip – nor has my husband – and we’ve been on dozens!

    Posted by DEV | January 26, 2012, 12:53 pm
  3. When we first got married, I had to set up the rule that Bill could choose ONE treat a shopping trip. We were on a really tight budget, and there’s nothing more horrifying than getting to the checkout line and discovering the extras in the cart. Fortunately, he was pretty trainable, and it was fun to see him weigh the advantages of cookies vs frozen fancy fruits. Now he shops from a list — though if I send him alone, he tends to come home with enough snacks for 6 people, and more meat than we can use in a week.

    Posted by Karen Waggoner | January 26, 2012, 11:58 am

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