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No Curtains for You

A multiple sclerosis shopping escapade


We were going on a road trip, my mom, our friend Annmarie and I.  The goal was curtains.  I didn’t need curtains.  I probably needed to wash the curtains I had, but I had curtains.  The ones in my kitchen and living room were left over from the previous tenant in my apartment and she was practically eighty.   The curtains are probably even older.  It’s okay; they dim the sun enough so you don’t really see all the dust.

But my mom needed curtains and had a specific type in mind-63 inches, rod pocket, valance attached, lined, no embroidery, no plain colors, no ruffles, one rod only, energy saving, light diffusing and vibrant without being too flashy.  How hard could that be?


Our dear friend Annmarie is not only a shopping expert but actually likes curtains.  She’s one of those super sweet, super talented people who also have patience and believes that curtains are no big deal.  She Googled curtains and found some places for us to check out.

We headed away from our little town over a bridge and into a city where we would visit curtain experts.  No ordinary department stores on this venture.

The first place we checked out was a brand new building with no identifying signs of any kind.  It looked very modern but suspiciously so.   We couldn’t figure out what kind of place it was, yet it’s where Annmarie’s trusty GPS told us to go.   I went to check if they were open, although open for what I didn’t know.  They were.

On one side of the building was a fancy store where they sold bedding and bath items but no curtains.   The other side was a factory.  We were in a towel factory.  I didn’t even know towels came from a factory.  I just thought they sort of existed on their own.


Before I reported this to my companions, I needed the restroom, of course, which turned out to be one of the cleanest and fanciest I have ever been in.  I kind of didn’t want to leave.  It was so classy that they didn’t have a hand dryer or a paper towel dispenser; you dried your hands with real towels.  I was so impressed I tried to get my mom to come in and use the restroom but she just had curtains on her mind and didn’t need any distractions.

Next, we ventured into the heart of the city.  We could tell it was the heart of the city due to the ton of construction details we had to detour through.  The GPS did not like this.  It kept stating “recalculating, recalculating,” and if you ask me, it had an attitude about it.


But it did direct us to a very large, very old building that we circled several times before we saw the sign for the curtain store. Once inside there were no more signs; just a dark building and a creepy staircase.  At the top of the stairs we saw curtains so up we went.

There was a door marked showroom but it was locked.  There was another door marked office and so I opened it.  The door slammed behind me with a loud bang and I jumped.  Suddenly there appeared a young girl who offered to open the show room for us.  It seems we went from a brand new towel factory to an ancient curtain factory.  The city was an old mill city so this wasn’t surprising.  My mom and Annmarie picked out some curtains that might work but Annmarie was not the type of woman to settle for “might work.”

We set off again.  But already, my MS bladder was calling and not to be outdone, so was my stomach. All of our stomachs decided to join in the rumbling too.  We stopped at a lovely Portuguese restaurant and had a delicious lunch.  Fortified, we found store number three which looked quite pleasant, with several styles of curtains to choose from.  But I chose instead to go visit the bridal store across the street.


No, I’m not finally getting married, at least not that I’m aware of.  I was just sick of looking at curtains.  Until I entered the store and realized that looking at bridesmaid dresses wasn’t much different from looking at curtains.  I left and met my party- store #3 didn’t carry what my mom was looking for.

Next the GPS sent us to what looked like a deserted industrial park.  The tall buildings were dreary with busted windows and were spooky to say the least.  After circling another several times we found a teeny, tiny sign with the word “curtain” in it.  I couldn’t help it- I had to ask.

“Mom, doesn’t Sears carry curtains?”


Annmarie and I ventured in first.  This building was dustier and spookier than the previous old building we visited.  There seemed to be no signs of businesses or of life of any kind.  There was a dramatic, ancient looking stairway with the date of 1890 carved into the steps. It looked exhausting and with little hope of finding what we were looking for, I was ready to split.  Annmarie said “I’m just going to see what’s upstairs.”  I heard her say “oh, no, this isn’t right.  What’s a beautiful sofa doing amid all this junk in this creepy place?”

I was convinced we might be in a Stephen King movie.  I worried that if we were in a Stephen King movie and something horrible happened to Annmarie I would look like a jerk if I didn’t get chopped up with her.  Despite my aching legs, I ventured up.  And she was right- there was a lovely sofa outside a huge room filled with junk and a bizarre ghostly old man on a cell phone who told Annmarie that he didn’t know anything about curtains.

You know how in all those slasher films the obnoxious kids keep walking deeper into the scary woods even though they know there is a serial killer in the scary woods?  That was us.  Intrigued, and stupid, we climbed a second set of stairs.  At the top we found more long abandoned filthy rooms but still, we kept walking deeper into the woods.  I mean building.

Amid all the emptiness we eventually came upon a potter’s studio.  Suddenly, a woman wearing a paint specked apron materialized behind us.


“Oh, you must be the potter,” Annmarie said cheerfully.

“I’m not the potter,” the woman responded. “I’m the girl who needs to pee.”

As we backed away Annmarie cautiously asked about curtains.  The woman/zombie/ghost said “next floor.”  So exhausted, with MS legs of lead but now hell bent on destruction and at least pretending to back up Annmarie, I followed her up the third flight of sinister looking stairs.

At the top- we finally saw them.  Curtains, beautiful curtains displayed artfully in a large, bright room.  Curtains perfect for my mom if we ever got out of this building and got her in.  Annmarie called out for help and another pale ghostly figure appeared.  Annmarie asked about prices and the woman mysteriously stated “we don’t sell curtains.”


At that, it was all we could do to run down three flights to the safety of the car.  And of course Annmarie was faster.  In my horror movie scenario I would be the slow kid who trips, falls and gets cut up first.  Luckily though, I made it out.

We guessed that when Annmarie “Googled “curtains” she had stumbled upon the curtain factory showrooms of old- most of which were abandoned now as everyone buys things online.  And items bought online don’t come from a factory. They come from Amazon.  But the ghostly building we were now happily leaving, we had no idea what that one was.

Annmarie’s search had one last suggestion.  We followed the GPS voice as it lead us to an actual department store with a whole section on curtains, drapes, panels, valances, tie backs, rods, sashes and even towels.  My mom picked out curtains that “would work” as oppose to the “might work” ones and we left, mission finally accomplished.

On the ride home, my mom remarked that the next time we went shopping she needed to find a present for her three year old grandson and she knew just what to get him.  Annmarie said she would type the word “toys” into Goggle for the perfect present.

I just sighed….

Kidding aside, it was actually a fun adventure, even with a bad MS bladder and achy MS legs. Still, I’m insisting on Toys R Us for my nephew’s birthday!


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Fall’s Healthy Tidbits

Multiple sclerosis and the ‘get fit’ plan

I didn’t intentionally time the end of my 50 Shades of Green/Doing It Veggie Style Contest to collide with the start of my favorite season. Funny how things happen that way. But the contest has ended and I have some awesome, healthy recipes to try.

What is weird, is that the world around me also seems to be encouraging me to get healthy. For example, I decided to celebrate the first day of fall (9/4 according to me-calendar be damned!) by taking a walk along the beach.

It was gorgeous and I wondered why I didn’t do it more often. The sand between my toes feeling and the roar of the surf sound were very relaxing. That day offered a slight breeze to help give me energy and when I got too tired, I noticed the prior low tide had left a perfect little shelf/ridge in the sand for me to rest upon. 

It was while I was resting that I saw two seals pop their heads out of the surf, one with a fish in his mouth. I took it as a ‘get fit’ plan sign. The seal didn’t pop out of the surf with a bag of Doritos in his mouth or a pint of Haagen Dazs. No, he was reminding me that fish is a very good option in my diet.

Next, I received a personal email from someone that I should know, but don’t. As most of you likely appreciate, MS can cause cognitive difficulties and poor memory. This helpful email included a newsletter from a local organization that had easy nutritious recipes, details about some upcoming classes to help people cook foods that fight chronic illnesses and a story about another woman with MS whose overall well being was greatly improved by eating macrobiotically.

It was great stuff and I greatly appreciated receiving it. It was clear by the text in the email that I should know the sender but for the life of me, I can’t figure out who she is. I am worried that she is actually a relative or a best friend and I am embarrassed to admit I don’t remember her. If you, dear email sender, are reading this blog, I’m sorry but grateful.

Also this past week, my dad and I took a road trip to visit an uncle who had been sick. On the way back, my dad was excited to stop at a new grocery store. This was shocking. Home Depot, yes. Sears, yes. A Portuguese liquor store for his beloved red wine, sure. But a grocery store? The store is 50 minutes from where we live but my dad likes it as it is new, clean and has excellent prices.

As he did his shopping I decided to get a bit of exercise and walk around. I started at the bakery section and there were a lot of delicious looking treats, but I wasn’t that impressed for some reason. Next, I wandered into the produce section and was immediately overwhelmed by the aisle. Everything looked fresh, and wholesome and colorful and it made me want to buy some veggies.

Who is this person I’ve become? At the rehab center where my uncle was, my dad and I decided to order lunch there so we could eat with our relatives and thus visit longer. This meant no stop at Burger King on the way home, but I figured I could adapt. And when the lunch came with a side of broccoli I ate it all. I didn’t lick my plate of all the broccoli juice and flavor but I did eat the whole serving.

And I was only a little disappointed when I removed the cover of the dessert cup to find pineapple chunks instead of chocolate pudding. No Burger King meant no fountain diet coke either and I drank not only my mini glass of low-fat milk at lunch but my dad’s too. Lately, I have noticed that I am less interested in my treasured diet coke, preferring ice water, iced tea or milk apparently.

I haven’t noticed any real changes in my weight or energy level since I started this plan, but I did plan the plan using baby steps. Perhaps I have lost a pound or two or was wearing a great color on the road trip day as my uncle called me “beautiful,” something he had never done before. In the interest of full disclosure, I should mention that he is in the early stages of Alzheimer’s but I will take the compliment!

I guess what I am saying is that when I mentioned the ‘get fit’ plan would require Newborn Steps, I didn’t understand what ‘newborn steps’ would entail. Maybe little by little, it is a slow transition to something that will include progress and steady, permanent life changes but needs to work for me as well.

Last week, I made Montel William’s Potato and Leek Soup and it came out brown. It was not supposed to come out brown; it was potato soup. But it called for vegetable stock and I am not sure what vegetable stock is and how or why it is different from vegetable broth. The only vegetable stock I found was in the super duper organic section of the store and when I opened it, it was a little intense. The soup is ok, but the flavor of the organic stock is a little overwhelming. Yet, I liked all the other ingredients so I would like to try the soup again. And maybe this time, I will use a low- sodium chicken broth instead. And I will likely love the soup then and gobble it up with a side of kale, a salad or one of my new veggie recipes from my readers.

Sometimes, I guess, new born steps need tweaking before you get anywhere….

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