My children are moving out in increments. As they move to college, college apartments and then on to their first real apartments and contemplate home ownership, they make requests for particular household items. My mother — Gigi — to my kids, is a genius at fulfilling their requests.
Gigi lives in a small New England town. (It’s her hometown.) In this town there isn’t a regular trash collection; the citizens, instead, take their refuse and recyclables to a transfer station: The Dump.
At The Dump there is The Swap Shop.
The Swap Shop is a locally famous destination and in the Swap Shop many treasures can be found. As it’s name indicates, The Swap Shop is a place to drop-off “gently used” items of any kind and to in-turn, pick-up an item if it “catches your eye,” or you “need it,” or you “just couldn’t possibly leave it behind!”
Late this Spring, two of my children requested bowls, BIG bowls for mixing things up and holding salads. Gigi has been on the look-out for bowls ever since, especially BIG bowls, at The Swap Shop. (Why go to TARGET?)
The bowls arrived last week, my brother was the courier as he’d recently been to visit my parents.
Now my children will have to decide which bowl goes to whom. I say: First come, First served!
Olivia and Andrew, the bowls are waiting for you.
