Whew! Yesterday was a roller coaster in my quest for a calm peaceful Advent season. Sweet conversations over breakfast with a new friend overlooking the sparkling San Francisco bay, the lighting of the First Advent candle and Christmas carols in church and some winter flower planting had me on the right track…but then...Target.
In one fell swoop my inner Advent zen was stomped out by the discovery my previous day’s purchases were not exactly 100% correct. I had a very well executed Saturday morning schedule of a hike, a pharmacy stop and a focused Target stop to ONLY purchase 8 boxes of outdoor clear icicle lights. Fail on two counts. Bought sponges, dishwashing soap and a stocking for our dog. And It appeared I may not have clearly read the contents of every single one of the eight boxes. Let’s just say our roof line would’ve looked like my 4 year old nephew arranged the lights with the additional single strand of blue and a multi-colored strand to go with the 60 feet of clear lights…6 boxes opened and up in but 40 feet of roof left meant another trip to Target. Saturday morning’s Christmas clear icicle lights shelves were stocked full. Sunday at 5PM? Not so much.
Ah but I’m not easily deterred and there are almost as many Target locations as there are Starbucks in our 925 area code. So I visited 3 different Targets within a 20 mile radius and 3 different parking lots and 3 different holiday sections.
But thanks to Griffin, the kind hearted 19 year old quietly doing inventory in the household cleaning supply aisle all by himself at Target #2. He was able to send me to Target #3 after some fast action on his belt looped SKU reading thingamajig and informed me Target #3 still had 63 boxes of the clear icicle lights on green wires I so desired….Griffin restored my faith in humanity with his kindness and willingness to find the tiny SKU numbers on my receipt that I in fact could not read because, well, that’s what got me here in the first place.
So off I went to the Super Target 12 minutes away which ironically was in the direction of the glorious rising Super Moon. And my soul was slowly finding it’s equilibrium again as I drove in the direction of a moon worthy of a Steven Spielberg film. And there was a fairly well stocked shelf of the needed lights.
It was a touch and go day for the Soul Space quest but we made it…and yes a new a pair of reading glasses is on my Christmas wish list!