This afternoon I made the very poor choice of going out for some holiday shopping at Target and Trader Joe’s while Sean watched the 2015 MLS Cup championship game between Portland and Columbus.  What with all the waiting in line at the stores, it took me two hours to accomplish what should have been a half-hour errand.  I did witness an amusing moment at Trader Joe’s when a little girl decided to drop her baby doll on the floor in front of the dairy case.  I gathered that the little girl had gotten tired of carrying her baby and blamed it on the poor doll’s weight.  I heard the mother saying, as she stopped pushing her cart and knelt to pick up the doll, “Oh, honey, she’s not chubby.  She’s as light as a feather.”

By the time I got home, the game was over.  (Not that I really cared to watch any of it.)  Sean had been rooting for Columbus, and they lost.  We both decided a walk would be a good idea.  We headed out for the Promenade and enjoyed the view:  the beach, the ocean, surfers catching waves, the Channel Islands off in the distance, the setting sun.  It was far better than looking at a TV screen or standing in line at a box store.