Red Leaf Lettuce

The other day, I got an e-mail from my friend Shelley.  She asked if I’d ever blogged about The Christmas Tree Shops and the mother lode of junk they sell.  I scratched my head.  I knew I’d blogged about it before, but what did I call the post?  Did I tag it with the words “Christmas Tree Shops?”

I told her I would see what I could do, but I had a “customer complaint” letter to write to some regional lettuce peddler who shall not be named.  I’d bought a bag of their “Spring Mix” and the red leaf lettuce had gone bad and junked up the whole purchase.  Into the compost bin it went after only two days.  I tried to pick the rotting pieces off from the good, believe me, but it was nigh impossible.

This will be the second “customer complaint” letter I’ve written to a peddler selling lettuce in bags and boxes.  The first one was done via the web, so I don’t have a copy of it.  Why do I even buy lettuce in the grocery store?  I ought to know better by now.

Like the fateful day I took a trip to a Christmas Tree Shop, I got what I deserved.

That link will take you to the blog post I wrote about the Christmas Tree Shop and a whole discourse on shopping.

Maybe I should write a complaint letter to myself.  It’s not easy finding things on this blog; it doesn’t look “professional” either.  I’ve done some fiddling around with the widgets and the settings, but it always looks “homemade” to me.  Maybe it’s because I’m old and impatient and don’t have the time to spend a whole weekend sitting in front of a computer.


Here are my screen porch geraniums, transplanted to the kitchen window for the winter.  I have no complaints about them.

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