I went to Ozark Natural Foods today after I dropped Summit off at therapy. I always get a rush when I go there, like I’m panning for gold in a stream sparkling with nuggets. I know that I’ll find something there and that it will be good. I don’t always know what to do with it at first (bulk section) but once I discover the health benefits, BAM, there I am. I can buy cheetos and chips without looking at the package ingredients, because I know that it’s good and natural. No partially hydrogenated oil and MSG for my kiddo! I am like Augustus Gloop in the Chocolate Factory, skipping around stuffing my basket with goodies! Or, not so much because I can’t really afford too, so I carefully choose my 4-5 items…
At the check out I loudly and proudly pulled my OWN RE-USABLE shopping bag out I got from whole foods in Austin. come to think of it- she totally didn’t give me my $.05 that I’m suppose to for bringing in my own bag. I am totally saving trees here people! Anyhoo, I, of course, feeling everything so strongly with the heady scents of hemp and all-natural herbs floating around so I start talking energetically to the ethereal girl with her slightly unnatural red curls and happy smile. She is not the norm for check out clerks there, she seems genuinely joyful to see me. I tell her I have a son that needs to fatten up, hence the cheetos and almond butter he dearly loves. She looks into the air above me and dreamily says, “it must be sooo interesting to have a child…” and believes it. I reply yes of course, but “it’s worth waiting for.” She smiled at me an unnatural amount of time, right before it got awkward. I suddenly told her about my Summit, his problems, and she listened with her heart.
I wipe Summit’s bum with homemade wipes today, I’m excited about making my own shampoo and laundry and dish soaps. I ask myself when did this prissy ding-dong become such a hippy?