Where Did Lindsay Go?

My apologies for disappearing for a few days without any warning. I tend to do that sometimes, like in department stores, I take my own path and wander around aimlessly away from the group I cam with until I check the clock and see that it’s time to go. (I had one of those leashes for children when I was growing up. It was red.) It’s been a somewhat busy week since the past time I posted anything substantial. The move home, an art club field trip with my old art teacher, unpacking, and Mother’s Day, and working today has all unfolded, and as each day passed by I wanted to blog about it, making mental notes, but then the next day would come and the information would be taped over like a VHS cassette tape recording the weekly soaps at 12:15PM. (Many episodes have been lost due to that.) Anyway, I guess I’ll do a quick summary of the few past days to keep you updated. I am using this as a mian sorice to keep in touch with my peeps from Edinboro, so I ought to stay true to my word and maintenance this thing once in awhile.

The move home was exhausting. After finally cramming everything I had left from my room into the car, and being unable to see anything out the back window (don’t worry, we took pictures of it so you can see it sometime), we made the trip home for the summer. It was very surreal that wasn’t going back on Monday, that there wasn’t a Sunday night trip back to the Boro, and that all this crap I owned had to fit in my room. Needless to say, there is a storage center in the basement for all of the stuff I don’t need.

After being whooped and finally going to bed at midnight, I had to drag myself out of bed at 6:15AM to drive over to West Shamokin High School for the art club field trip with my friend from high school H and my old art teacher Mrs. W. She left my high school my junior year to another school in the district, mostly because of the threat of Elderton closing down. We keep in touch because she too went to Edinboro and was thrilled I was attending there too. H and I always went on the art club field trip; I even attended all of them from 7th-11th grade, H joined the club in the 8th grade. But anyway, we had a terrific time touring Nemicolin Woodlands Spa and Resort, Frank Lloyd Wright’s Fallingwater, and having a tour of Seven Spring and learning about the history of the Dupre family that owns the resort. It was great to go again, even though we were chaperones. Fallingwater was beautiful as usual, but it was even more special the second time around. I will post the pictures when I get them, the view of the place is much better than it was last time because of the construction on the house.

The weekend consisted of yard sales, visiting, and unpacking. The room is finally starting to make sense after organizing everything to the last T. I really am obsessive compulsive when it comes to packing and storing things. It’s an illness, it sometimes drives me crazy.

Today I start back to work at old Shop N’ Save, everyone’s favorite place to get some grub and green points. Oh joy. I have forgotten almost all the codes for produce and other items, so I am going to have to review them before I head of to the food-filled dump. I talk as if it’s terrible, but it really isn’t. This is just sarcasm coming out and me having a perfect time to rip on the quality of the store and such. You never truly know a business until you work for them. From then on you have a whole new understanding about the place, and other’s like it. SNS will be fun for about a week because I’ll get to see the people I used to work with, tell stories from school, and make hilarious mistakes because of the alzimers I developed after leaving there in December from Christmas Break. Then after that, it turns into the miserable routine of dealing with the elderly and their 44 cent bananas and BOGO prune sales. Even then, though, it can still be filled with all kidns of stories.

I am finding myself bored from time to time, even though I know there is stuff to do. I do miss the old gang from Edinboro and the stuff we did together. It’s all a gradual shift back to living at home. The shower isn’t covered in hidden germs from 20 some other women, the food is prepared by me, and I can walk around in a towel all I want. (Not that I do all the time, I’m just saying) Yet in a way it’s nice to see spring here, it’s nice to see family and friends, and it’s somewhat exciting to see what the rest of the summer will bring. I’m off to review lettuce codes like the dork I am. Asta la vista, bloggers.