Call It What You Want...

Yesterday I played the role of the small-town resident. After a morning meeting at the Prairie, I dropped off a newsletter to be printed, and then, since the boys were with Daddy, decided to do a little shopping -- in my own downtown.

My first stop was the Noblesville Antique Mall, which this time, had items I wanted.

The Dunce almost got a "vintage" Noble Roman's Monster pitcher -- orange plastic, complete with feet -- except that I was concerned that in their new home, the Dunces may not have a suitable place for displaying it properly. (Dunce, if you think perhaps it would go perfectly in just the right spot, let me know; it might still be there if I go back.) I did find what I thougt to be a terrific Christmas gift for him. Yes. I'm shopping for gifts. Hey. I don't get out much to a place like this without kids.

The gift I found for Mrs. Dunce was actually at the same place as Mr. Dunce's, which made it easier for the person with the keys to the case. Now you know they're amazingly expensive items, being displayed in a locked case!

Once I was finished with that -- with a few oldey-timey photos because I like them so much -- it was off for lunch at the Logan Street Marketplace (a chicken curry sandwich and pasta salad) with a hot chocolate from Noble Coffee & Tea (conveniently located next door, with an entry between the two). Umm, yumm all around.

I visited the Logan Village Mall and wandered about -- there was one booth with a ton of cute little Christmassy things that I would never have a place for -- and saw one of my former Prairie youth friends and at least said hello.

Then I popped into The Wild for some nephew-shopping. No, not buying nephews. But Jonathan and Andrew MIGHT be getting presents from said store for Christmas...

I felt quite proud of myself for patronizing the fine businesses in our downtown. It was fun, the weather was nice, and I found some good stuff.