Thank you to the red-haired lady wearing the green shirt who convinced me that even though in-season strawberries were on for $1.25/lb. I did not need to try to fit in making and freezing a batch of strawberry jam the night before I leave for Seattle. "Eat the strawberries and buy the preserves," she said. (What was I thinking anyway?) Thank you lady.

Thank you to the perplexed lady who stood in the middle of the Macey's parking lot with the bagger and two carts full of groceries looking for her car. You see, I was looking for my car, too. I go there so often I frequently have no idea where I parked on that day. But it turns out (she confessed this to me as I helped her look for her silver GMC Safari, which she should have been glad was not one of the two dozen silver Toyota Siennas which I was sifting through) she initially couldn't even remember which car she had driven that day. She and the bagger had already spent several minutes looking for a red sedan. I suddenly felt better about my own faulty memory. Thank you lady.