I delivered our 5 boxes to be shipped out a couple of days ago from the local post office which is located in our General Store. When I stopped by the store a day later, Chris, the owner, said, "I hope you are sitting down," when I arrived to pay for the packages. The total was going to cost nearly $500! I was on my way into town to drop the boys off, so I told him I needed to think about it. It wasn't exactly $100 like Rick thought it would be for all five boxes. When I got in the car and told the boys how much it was, Chan said, "That could buy A LOT of groceries, Mom!" That kid is a practical boy. Either that or he is afraid he won't be able to fill that hollow leg in the near future.
After I finished my running around in town, I went back to the store and Chris let me rummage through the boxes in the back room and I managed to narrow it down to two. I tried to make sure that each of us had a winter/fall coat, some of Rick's ties, his dress pants and a couple of dress shirts, school binders, and important paperwork, . Janet, the girl from the post office, weighed the remaining two boxes at least two more times and I still kept taking stuff out. When I finally reach a price that I was comfortable with, I confessed to Janet that I had sacrificed my tap shoes. “You'll have to hit a thrift shop over there, Bev,” she suggested. I wonder how many other women in my situation would have been willing to sacrifice their favourite pair of shoes.
