Wednesday evening we got back from a 12-day family trip to Seattle and the Olympic Peninsula, and I just ate some fresh Yakima cherries. I bought the cherries at my Utah Valley Costco this afternoon. They cost less than the average price for cherries at the Pike Place Farmers Market.
Here’s a tip for you about Costco shopping: If, on reaching your car with a very full basket of groceries, you open your purse to get out your keys and find your unused coupons sitting there in your purse, you might wheel your cart, including frozen items, back into the Costco and wait at the service desk until someone can help you with your “coupon adjustment,” which will entail inserting your receipt into a register printer four different times, which may cause some difficulty for the person helping you. And then, after she hands you your $15.00 reimbursement, she might glance at your receipt and discover that the cashier who helped you check out your groceries had helpfully already scanned the coupons for you, even though you forgot to show them to him. And you will have to give her back the $15.00 (and let her figure out how to void out all the coupon corrections). So my hot Costco shopping tip is: before you assume your coupons weren’t used, check your receipt.
Also, your 7-year-old daughter might repeatedly tell you she “feels stupid” about having to go back into the Costco for the correction, even after you tell her there’s no need to feel stupid about anything. It might make you think you need to be more careful about using the words, “I feel stupid,” around your kids.
Our trip to Washington was as stressful as trips with our big family usually are, and included our usual mid-trip major car repair, but overall it was a delightful trip. Our kids became 4th-generation friends with our beloved M. & Y. families in Bellevue. And the weather was beautiful and we got to spend time at beaches and waterfalls and at Pike Place and playgrounds.
We also managed, through incredibly strenuous effort in the week before our trip, to leave our house in a relatively tidy state. Our kids (particularly one of them) kept complaining that we didn’t need to leave our house clean and that Dean and I were cruel and unusual to insist on it–but then the kids all seemed to enjoy coming home to a clean(ish) house. And the same kid who complained has started a campaign to keep the house clean. Also, we planned three days to recover from our vacation and work on home projects, and we’ve gotten to lounge around some, but also gotten the laundry caught up and the garage more clean and organized than its been in years (that project’s still ongoing–Dean’s working on a side project to get all the kids’ bikes in repair, and he even fitted a spare kickstand onto Rose’s bike that hadn’t come with one). And I might make it into my sewing room for a couple of hours this afternoon. At least I might if I stop blogging right . . . now.