I went to IKEA on Saturday.
I’ve complained about March already, so I won’t go into the downer side of life right now, but I can tell you that on Tuesday I had a glimmer of an idea – “I could drive to IKEA this weekend. It’s the only weekend where nothing is going on.” That little glimmer kept me going all week. I had a similar glimmer* in early February, but it fell through due to one of our many snowstorms.
I went alone. I LOVE being alone! I could listen to whatever I liked, have the temperature at what I liked, stop to pee whenever I wanted, sleep when I was tired, and best of all – not talk. It was a hermit’s dream come true. Sorry, Lloyd. (He was really broken up, I could tell.)
I left at 6:20 a.m., stopped every couple of hours to snooze a little, and got there around 2:45. I napped in the parking lot first (after learning my lesson last time). Well-rested, I gleefully burst inside to see all the Swedish-inspired glory…… and they were remodeling. They had fewer ‘vingettes’ than usual, and so many tarps swathed across work zones that it felt like being in a creepy hospital movie. I wanted to take more pictures, but there were too many people around.
Looking at the stuff restored my soul, though. It is window shopping at its finest! I even bought some things. They had the chair I wanted (so Brad doesn’t have to go through the bother of shipping), a lamp for Beth, and some cool knick-knacks for school. Three hours and I was done. ‘Bye, Minneapolis. Maybe someday I’ll come and go to the Mall of America, which is right across the street.
Freezing rain was forecasted for the area, so I left early. The trip back was uneventful. I wanted to see if I could do a trip that involved sleeping in the car instead of renting a hotel room, and while that was partially successful, I’ll leave that for tomorrow’s post.
I was home by 3 a.m.
Zip, zip – done. Worth it.
*That’s a lot of times to say glimmer. Glimmer glimmer glimmer.