Okay, I’m on again.    So what will I write?  One of my master classics.  I’ll tell you of ME on Thursday.

I was thrown off schedule by spending a couple hours making a delivery order from Aldi’s.  For some reason I could not place it.  So I decided to go to Walmart.  I could get my walking done (goal 4000 steps) there instead of going to the gym laps.

Ah, but I stop first at the Dollar Tree.  Travel up and down the aisles picking up this and that for quite some time because my goal is to walk.  Check out.  Go to the car.  I’ve lost my key.  I remember threading in onto my cell phone shoulder strap just like I do my earbuds.  But I knotted the strap to keep from loosing the earbuds.  I didn’t for the key.  It had slipped off.

Back inside, confessed I had lost my key and I was sure it must be by the counter where I checked out.  Couldn’t find it.  So I start looking down each aisle.  Some gentlemen asked if he could help me.  I gave him my story.  “Was it possible I dropped it in the car,” he asked.  “Maybe so, but I looked once.”

So we start to the car.  Another gentleman comes out the door, holding the key.  “Is this the one?”  “I think so,” I said.  “Lets go start the car to be sure.”  He showed me I could find out my using the “beeper” on the key.  It was my key and my car.  A bit red-faced but very thankful, I go on to Walmart.

Very surprised to find a first space best place to park, but my car looked into the sun.  Go in, shop, walk, pick up something, walk; need pickles, go to the auto dept. and return for pickles; now to the meat aisle via the garden department; need some jello check out the toy department first, the back for jello.  You get the idea. Goal is 4000 steps.  I check pedometer: 2777.  So I keep going.  Finally, still short of my goal, I check out and ask for some help to go load my car.

Nice lady goes out with me.  Where’s my car?  I’m not sure but I know it was about 5-7 cars down the row and I remember parking toward the sun.  Walk.  Walk.  I know it is somewhere here in the middle.  Walk.  I try the “beeper” but I don’t expect to hear it because of my bad hearing.  Sure enough.  I didn’t but neither did my nice loading companion.

Finally I’m so embarrassed I asked her to go back inside, assuring her my purpose for being there was to walk.  She goes.  I walk.  Sun shines.  Back sweats.  Two fine gentlemen approached me from opposite directions and ask if I need help.  I ‘fess up.  Tell them what I remember – parked 5-7 cars down the row, facing sun.  What color they asked.  I told them it was called brown but it didn’t look brown to me.  (I’m sure they thought they better look for brown no matter what color it looked to me!)  Pointed out a car that had a similar color.  Used the “beeper” but neither could hear it.  Of course, I couldn’t.  One took the key so he could use the beeper and starts crossing rows until he found my car.  Oh yes, parked in the first best place just where I remembered parking it – finally.

Did I walk enough to reach my goal?  Yes.


This wasn’t too bad to type, but I enlarged to Heading 2 for every paragraph.  Otherwise this would all be this size.  Can you read this size okay?  I can hardly read while I type it.



About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. Faye says:

    Enjoyed reading this. You must be out of covid distancing restrictions. Else this was written pre-2020. We go lots of places but shopping malls and busy places are still not recommended for us seniors. FOrtunately, I get my walking in comparative isolation. Great reading!

  2. oneta hayes says:

    No, this was current week. I took a mask but they didn’t ask me to wear it because of my oxygen. They could have denied me entrance but they didn’t. Social distancing was not very evident. Oklahoma is not being held up as a model of how to do it covid-wise. Glad you enjoyed my day. Normally I walk at the Gym/Town Center. It is a very nice place to walk. Air conditioned with a cushioned track. It takes about an hour and a half of my day. I don’t go on weekends.

  3. pranabaxom says:

    Wear the mask for your own good Oneta. I understand that you may have medical issues that may make it difficult. But just imagine the difficulty you will face, God forbid, if you get infected.
    Take care and stay safe.
    Good that you walk four thousand steps. I used to do 10K but, honestly, I am slacking off

  4. oneta hayes says:

    Thanks for your support and encouragement, Pranab. I carry the mask if it is necessary for entrance if I have to go someplace; I stay home a lot. I don’t walk on weekends because I don’t. 😀 My personal goal is 5000, but I only demand 4000 under normal circumstances. We are in for a rough ride for a few weeks. Peace.

  5. Poor you! But what a funny story! That’s one way to get your steps in. Thanks for the smile.

    • oneta hayes says:

      Thanks for the comment. I spend an awfully lot of time stewing in my own pot. Last time it was walking in the house trying to find my wallet so I could take the car and go walk. I had left the wallet at the center where I wanted to go walk!

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