Intentional walking: one dog, one hour, pure joy.
Intentional wandering: ball field.
Intentional shopping: the Pig.
One intentionally fine intentionally spent day.
Showing posts with label The Pig. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Pig. Show all posts
Thursday, March 2, 2017
Tuesday, January 3, 2017
I was ready to snap when
the lady coasted toward the handicap spot
(she's going to ruin my shot!)
paused
(I knew it!)
inched forward
(maybe . . . )
paused
(come on, lady! a little bit more!)
and finally pulled forward again before stopping
(yes!)
Thus ends another successful shopping trip at The Pig.
Sunday, November 13, 2016
Busted!
I
Waiting for a shopper to complete her payment at Register 3, I saw the Pig and the number 3 above the counter, opened the camera, focused, and got off three quick shots before I realized the checker had already scanned four of my items.
"Oops! Sorry," I said.
"It's all right, honey. I know how you like to take pictures," she said, ringing up my lettuce.
II
After wheeling my cart back to the cage, I noticed the SAS school bus, doors closed, revealing interior and exterior all at once. I walked toward the bus and took a few shots before the driver (whom I know) returned.
I apologized.
"No problem!"
"It's compulsive," I said.
He smiled, got in, and left the door open.
III
I took several more picture before slinking back to my car.
Waiting for a shopper to complete her payment at Register 3, I saw the Pig and the number 3 above the counter, opened the camera, focused, and got off three quick shots before I realized the checker had already scanned four of my items.
"Oops! Sorry," I said.
"It's all right, honey. I know how you like to take pictures," she said, ringing up my lettuce.
II
After wheeling my cart back to the cage, I noticed the SAS school bus, doors closed, revealing interior and exterior all at once. I walked toward the bus and took a few shots before the driver (whom I know) returned.
I apologized.
"No problem!"
"It's compulsive," I said.
He smiled, got in, and left the door open.
III
I took several more picture before slinking back to my car.
IV
Every trip to the Pig is an adventure.
Sunday, November 8, 2015
An Apology to the Elderly Lady Patiently Waiting to Park in the Handicap Space at The Pig
I had to snap the only beautiful thing on still another gray day.
I am so sorry, and I thank you greatly for your kind patience.
Monday, September 14, 2015
Monteagle Royalty
two favorite shopping stops
married momentarily:
The Pig as Queen,
Head of Commonwealth,
Defender of Faith,
& Village Wine as Lord High Steward
married momentarily:
The Pig as Queen,
Head of Commonwealth,
Defender of Faith,
& Village Wine as Lord High Steward
Thursday, August 27, 2015
Pursued by Odonates
I walked out of the Pig, loaded the groceries in the car, wheeled the cart to the rack, looked up at the cloud-studded sky, and saw Black Saddlebags.
Two of them.
Hawking.
Flying above the parking lot, over the store, and back.
What must have the cashiers thought, standing by their registers, staring -- as they do -- through the plate glass windows, or the shoppers have thought, just arriving, parking, getting out.
What is that woman doing?
I would answer, Admiring the view!
Two of them.
Hawking.
Flying above the parking lot, over the store, and back.
What must have the cashiers thought, standing by their registers, staring -- as they do -- through the plate glass windows, or the shoppers have thought, just arriving, parking, getting out.
What is that woman doing?
I would answer, Admiring the view!
Sunday, April 19, 2015
Saturday, December 6, 2014
It's Always Somethin'
Everybody complains sometime about something.
I complained today to a friend about the ticketing system the College instituted last year for Lessons and Carols, requiring that a person attend a mandatory social gathering two hours before the event (even though theoretically the ticket entitles entry to the Chapel) and turning the service into something very like a performance (I may not be religious, but I know and respect the difference between believing and make-believing).
One person I encountered today complained about the rain and fog, and yet as a resident, she knows it's just weather as usual, especially at this time of year when Mother Nature can't decide whether to be warm or cold (it's been both today).
Plenty of people complain about medical care and its cost -- especially for some reason about dentistry, always suspecting (mind you, these are people of a certain age, that the dentist invents reasons why teeth should be crowned). When I suggest, based on my own personal experience (three surgeries, two different occasions for orthodonture, numerous crowns, four bridges over a lifetime, and plenty of pain in between [one of my parents once said my teeth cost more than my education]) that just maybe a twenty-year old crown is ready for replacement before decay does permanent damage, others scoff and suggest the dentist's daughter needs a fancy wedding or the dentist's husband deserves a great vacation.
One special focus of complaint in Sewanee is The Pig, a local and locally owned grocery store. People say, quite rightly, that the huge Kroger down the mountain has better produce. Well, yes, of course. It also has a much larger population base of shoppers and proximity to suppliers. People say, quite rightly, that the huge Wal-Marts (one in any of three different directions, all half an hour away) are much cheaper. Well, yes, of course, thanks to the company's poor employment record. People say, quite rightly, that both Kroger and Wal-Mart have more variety. Well, yes, of course, they're both much larger stores with much larger turnover, allowing for more frequent refreshment of goods. What I say in return is this: our Pig is locally owned and operated; the folks who work there live up here; and the management has improved it at least a thousand percent in the last four years -- adding locally made bread, locally grown fruit, gluten-free products, vegetarian alternatives, and even growlers for beer.
I have many reasons to love The Pig. In addition to the bulldog I posted the the other day, there's this.
Happy complaining, y'all!
I complained today to a friend about the ticketing system the College instituted last year for Lessons and Carols, requiring that a person attend a mandatory social gathering two hours before the event (even though theoretically the ticket entitles entry to the Chapel) and turning the service into something very like a performance (I may not be religious, but I know and respect the difference between believing and make-believing).
One person I encountered today complained about the rain and fog, and yet as a resident, she knows it's just weather as usual, especially at this time of year when Mother Nature can't decide whether to be warm or cold (it's been both today).
Plenty of people complain about medical care and its cost -- especially for some reason about dentistry, always suspecting (mind you, these are people of a certain age, that the dentist invents reasons why teeth should be crowned). When I suggest, based on my own personal experience (three surgeries, two different occasions for orthodonture, numerous crowns, four bridges over a lifetime, and plenty of pain in between [one of my parents once said my teeth cost more than my education]) that just maybe a twenty-year old crown is ready for replacement before decay does permanent damage, others scoff and suggest the dentist's daughter needs a fancy wedding or the dentist's husband deserves a great vacation.
One special focus of complaint in Sewanee is The Pig, a local and locally owned grocery store. People say, quite rightly, that the huge Kroger down the mountain has better produce. Well, yes, of course. It also has a much larger population base of shoppers and proximity to suppliers. People say, quite rightly, that the huge Wal-Marts (one in any of three different directions, all half an hour away) are much cheaper. Well, yes, of course, thanks to the company's poor employment record. People say, quite rightly, that both Kroger and Wal-Mart have more variety. Well, yes, of course, they're both much larger stores with much larger turnover, allowing for more frequent refreshment of goods. What I say in return is this: our Pig is locally owned and operated; the folks who work there live up here; and the management has improved it at least a thousand percent in the last four years -- adding locally made bread, locally grown fruit, gluten-free products, vegetarian alternatives, and even growlers for beer.
I have many reasons to love The Pig. In addition to the bulldog I posted the the other day, there's this.
Happy complaining, y'all!
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Unconditional Love
He's just waiting for his master, an elderly man with portable oxygen to whom I said on entering the Pig together, "Your dog just loves you!"
"He loves to travel."
"Nah," I said. "He loves you!"
Yet another reason to love the Pig.
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