"The world is too much with us." William Wordsworth, 1806.
Egads...what is going on?
When I was at Kroger Tuesday the checkout clerk said: "Only 5 percent discount for seniors every Wednesday now, and the sale ad is coming out Wednesdays."
I really didn't understand what she meant until I opened the paper the next day and four grocery sales inserts fell out: Kroger, Publix, IGA (I didn't know Murfreesboro had an IGA) and Dollar General. Aldi’s ad came out on Tuesday.
I pay attention to sale ads, but I'm not sure I want to devote my Wednesdays to a shopping obsession.
New at Kroger, in addition to counting how many quantities of an item you need to get a discount, is a new "Super Sale" that allows an additional discount with a shopper’s card and a digital coupon you've downloaded off the internet.
It’s all too much to think about, as was the case when I accompanied my sister Nancy to an appointment at Vanderbilt Hospital this week.
Nancy is a registered nurse from Knoxville and needed to visit a specialist at Vanderbilt.
Despite her protests to go alone, I insisted that I accompany her because figuring out where to go on your initial visit to Vanderbilt is like navigating a corn maze.
We arrived early to scout out what we determined was our designated valet parking area, and then went for a quick lunch.
Well within her appointed time (which was noon and when have you ever had a doctor’s appointment at noon?) we left my car at a valet station, but after checking in with the information desk, we were at the South area and should have been at the East area. To get there would entail a lot of walking, and difficulty in walking was Nancy's issue to start with.
The kind staff told us that my car could remain with that valet and we could wait for a shuttle to take us to the other building. Fortunately, the shuttle showed up within minutes and did get us there, although it was no easy route.
I made particular notes for future reference (with additional verbal instructions from the shuttle driver), and even with explicit signs abound, it’s not easy unless you’ve done it once. And you even have to drive up a level to reach the other entrance.
I must say that the rest of the visit went very smoothly.
Nancy checked in, had the requisite paperwork and disks (disks supersede X-rays now) and only had to wait about five minutes before they came to get her. She said the physician came in very shortly after that. The visit was successful and went smoothly.
When we left, we found our way to the South valet station and when I gave my ticket to the attendant I said: "I must tell you that this is not the place I checked in," and the pleasant clerk said, "I can tell that by the color of your ticket, but it's no problem."
Our car was there in minutes.
Earlier that day Nancy had said: "We live in magical times."
She was referring to the ability to find definitions for words on her kindle, the five-inch disk that housed her medical records, the kiosk where patients can check in for appointments at hospitals and cars that don't require a key in the ignition.
I agreed – very magical indeed.
But please help me remember that when I'm trying to figure out how many cranberry juices I need to purchase at Kroger this week to get my discount.
'Til next week.