Today I had a walmart experience. On the 24th of July. In Provo. Bad idea.
It was insanely crowded and very hot. It was also one of those grocery trips in which nearly all of my living staples had run out. Shampoo and deodorant, flour and baking soda, olive oil and vinegar, bleach and laundry detergent, trash bags and paper towels. You name it and I was probably out. Not that any of those items are inherently expensive. But when you're putting your husband through school, it can be overwhelming.
They don't put clocks in casinos or walmart. I think for the same reason. Every time I'm there (walmart, not the casino), I seem to get sucked in to a black hole of wasting time thinking about spending money on things I don't need. Two hours and $ later, I finally made my way out of the crowded store and into the crowded parking lot. I wanted to get home and take a cool shower, some ibuprofen, and a nap.
It was insanely crowded and very hot. It was also one of those grocery trips in which nearly all of my living staples had run out. Shampoo and deodorant, flour and baking soda, olive oil and vinegar, bleach and laundry detergent, trash bags and paper towels. You name it and I was probably out. Not that any of those items are inherently expensive. But when you're putting your husband through school, it can be overwhelming.
They don't put clocks in casinos or walmart. I think for the same reason. Every time I'm there (walmart, not the casino), I seem to get sucked in to a black hole of wasting time thinking about spending money on things I don't need. Two hours and $ later, I finally made my way out of the crowded store and into the crowded parking lot. I wanted to get home and take a cool shower, some ibuprofen, and a nap.
"The pioneers sure picked a hot day to get here!" I thought.
Then, "Wait a minute. Seriously?" I imagined what my pioneer ancestors would have thought if they had stumbled upon the air conditioned walmart equipped with carts that roll with out oxen and aisles lined with nearly any necessity one could imagine. If the shock of the incredible convenience didn't knock them off their feet, my spoiled attitude would have.
It crashed my pity party for a moment to consider what my people did. I'm grateful for my pioneer heritage, not so much because I'm directly related to them, but because I'm proud to be a part of an organization whose forebears literally walked across the country for something they cared about.
I'm grateful for a people so strong and so faithful that they saw what needed to be done and just did it. It gives me an example and a heritage to live up to. More importantly, because of their sacrifices, I am blessed with the freedom to practice my faith.
So in true Provo fashion, D and I bought some cheap grocery store fireworks.
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