Clairvoyance

We ran errands this morning. Ok, afternoon. Lunch, then cork coasters to protect the new table, assuming I ever get around to finishing it. (Tablecloth working for the moment.) Groceries after.



And we stopped in the catalogue outlet store that I enjoy browsing. More than browsing, I've gotten a half dozen really good items of clothing, favorites in fact, at amazingly good prices. I'd been eyeing this heavy, chocolate quilt/spread since they first appeared, well over a year ago. Even the (initial discount) price was too much (nearly $300) for something we didn't really need, so I ran my hand over it, and walked away. Today, it was 30% off the lowest number, and I asked for my birthday present, so as not to feel guilty for getting it. Which wound up at about 10% of the original cost.



We do this. We don't try to make the other one guess about giving a surprize present. Took me a little while to learn it, but once I figured out that mind reading would not be on the table, I came to enjoy getting myself what I liked, and thanking D for his present. He says "you're welcome."

Or we go together, and make the trip part of the gift. Or just calling a larger, not strictly necessary outlay that one wants especially, near birthday or christmas, to be for that event. D apologetically explained that he was giving me my present 28 days early.

"When have I ever minded that?"

"Never. Just, you know..."

Not that I expect anything, but some years I get a craving for a touch of luxury or indulgence, preferably without guilt. D indulges me.

All but one of his guitars were presents of this ilk. I could never have chosen a guitar for him, but I get credit for it because we went together, and he let me encourage him. Beats a "oh, how did you know!" hands down, over a lifetime.