December 22, 2006
Mall
CP and I got lost for a while in our town’s big monster Opry Mills Mall this morning. Never been there and done that. We’d already walked ourselves silly at seven-ayem rehab, done strength training (she, six pound bells, me, four, barely), and dodged the following Merry Cholesterol party with our fellow campers.
We’d actually borne some inordinate pride that we’d never been to this mall-that-replaced-Opryland, thought it was not a very bright decision for the Chamber of Commerce. But we finally had to make this trip. For guess where is the only outlet for our mutual Christmas present?
So what do we know? Opry Mills is super, fairly well balanced between redneck and snob, and resplendent with everything, even a kiosk with Lebanese soap powder and chamois cloths. There must be several of these dispensaries or else we passed Lebanon three times trying to find the exit we entranced.
Practically all the merchants show big discounts, up to 70%, except, of course, the one where we got our present. I plan to connect it up if I can ever rediscover the muscles to get up again out of this chair. It is altogether possible, of course, that I’ll not be able to understand the instructions in the owner’s manual. But if I can’t, I’ll just wait until my son and his family come by for our tree together.
Fortunately, rehab is closed until after Christmas, but there’s apt to be plenty cholesterol on hand around here.