What's Really Scraping at My Heart

​Beloved:

     I’ve been itching for a trip to The Container Store.  I haven’t been in ages because my Indy neurologist only wants to see me every six months now.  His office is close to the store on 82nd Street.  If you don’t know it, The Container Store is literally a store full of containers of every sort, size, and shape:  containers for the office, the bathroom, the kitchen, the closet, the garage, the car, and the suitcase.  They also have lots of handy little gadgets I never knew I needed, like the Hug-A-Plug, which allows four devices to charge from one outlet.  Only $9.99 for a package of two!  I’m a sucker for anything handy at a good price.

     It’s also possible I’m a sucker for comfort shopping.  The scary news that first took me to see the neurologist was a false alarm.  Back then more test results were always coming in, so my husband went too.  To take the edge off, we’d plan the whole day:  doctor, lunch and shopping.  Thank God my real condition is hardly anything.  Now I just run up for med checks and, if time allows, one quick jag through TCS, all by myself.  Truth be told, the experience falls a little short of the expectation and memory, I think because my going is more of an errand to be run instead of the best part of an otherwise bad day. 

     I see the doctor this Thursday afternoon, no doubt why TCS comes to mind.  Digging just a little deeper, I know full well what’s really scraping at my heart.  Like so many things, it turns out the journey and who I’m with, rather than the destination, is far more the point.  Not being alone on a scary day is what I’m itching for these days.  Not a pencil cup or Hug-A-Plug, handy as they are.  Thankfully, gracefully, joyfully, that is already in the bag!