“Where’s mom?” I asked my dad on a Sunday afternoon.
“She went to Macy’s to replace the 60 year-old hand mixer,” he said, reasonably.
That’s when I remembered our earlier conversation, when my mom had warned me that she’d be out for much of the day. She’d been pretty specific about her many errands, and she hadn’t said anything about Grandma Annie’s appliances.
“I thought she was replacing the new ones,” I suggested.
“Ok, she’s out replacing the 30 year-old hand mixer,” dad confirmed.
Because my great-grandmother’s hand mixer is still going strong. Wish she’d bought two.