The maze craze

‘Tis the season for the ubiquitous corn maze.  I have never understood their appeal. Maybe it’s because I have no inherent sense of direction and have been known to get turned around in my own small town. I like to know where I am and where I’m going. So there is no appeal to spending a precious  hour trying to find the exit to a place I spent good money to enter.

A recent visit to IKEA triggered all of the claustrophobia and frustration I remember from my visiting a corn maze as a teenager.  Even with a map, signs in the store and promised shortcuts, it took me 45 minutes to not find what I was looking for and to finally get out of the store.

IKEA map

It’s time to shop online.

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Return of the Slovenly

Son is home for the summer from college. He’s been here less than 24 hours. He doesn’t just arrive, he explodes as he comes in the door.  Below are just 2 of the previously tidy spaces his valuable possessions have invaded.

I went to Costco last week and stocked up, in anticipation of His Hungriness.  He enthusiastically surveyed the larder and said, “So, how long did you want this food to last?”

Right now, I’m annoyed and scared for my bank account. I’ll need to re-read this when the house is too quiet in September.