As I was completing my transaction with the cashier the local royal frozen treat establishment the other day I noticed something that had been told to me before that I had merely brushed aside as Midwest stereotype. I was getting some cold milk products to take home for later and heard it.

I don’t normally eat ice cream that much so I ordered 3 individual items that should last me for months to come. I got my items, asked for a sack, assumingly the cashier thought that I probably was with someone when I was in fact alone.

As she completed the task of putting them in the bag I said, “Thanks, a have a nice day.”
She replied, “Yup.”

It could have been “Yep” or “Yulp” or any other variation you might know. The point is, I didn’t get a “You’re Welcome” or “Thank you” or anything else like that. Here’s the thing though, I’m not mad about it!

This one event has permanently cemented something that a professor told me about 4 years ago. She was from Canada and had never been to the Midwest before. She said that she noticed people were overall friendly and caring about others around them and even strangers but she said the one thing that really bothered her was the loud guttural “Yup” that people used instead of “You’re Welcome” or some such other phrase. It didn’t seem polite to her and tonight was probably the first time that it really didn’t sound that good to me.

I’m surely guilty of saying this horrid word time and again when provided a service to someone for which they are vocally grateful. I can’t believe how rude I sounded. At least “No Problem” wouldn’t have sounded so indifferent, would it?

A long weekend comes to an end

As I’m sure most of you have heard the Midwest was hit by a pretty good winter storm this weekend. I went into Friday fully expecting the worst, no power, high winds and tons of snow. Thankfully not all of that came true. The power stayed on, the winds didn’t last that long really, and we had about 8 inches of snow, most of which fell overnight on Saturday night but had a good coating of ice underneath.

I spent part of Friday eagerly awaiting the storm. I was like a kid on Christmas Eve. The anticipation of it all, the mystery of what was yet to come. Even the meteorologists weren’t sure what was coming. I wondered how bad it would be, as I said, not that bad. But the wonderment that I felt while waiting for all to start was unbearable. I stayed up too late on Friday waiting on it, a drivel of snow and not much else. On Saturday morning the dusting fianlly gave way to a few inches and not much else. I stayed up late Saturday watching the ice fall, waiting for the change to the heavy snow that was expected. It didn’t come, I went to bed. I woke up this morning to a fresh blanket of snow, underneath the ice lurked. I figured yet another day of staying inside and doing nothing awaited me.

It’s been a long weekend though. Friday consisted of shopping, dinner, and way too many people out and around for my own sanity. Saturday I was lazy most of the day, I had no plans with Erin because we expected the snow to start much earlier than it did. I cleaned the house a bit and watched Waitress and Sicko. Neither were great, but at least now I’ve seen them. I didn’t really leave the house at all on Saturday.

It was nice, was being the operative word. I didn’t even bother getting dressed, just lounged around and did nothing in particular. Today was different. I’m getting a bit lonely and cabin feverish. I went out today, I spent a good hour or so cleaning the 8 inches of snow off my car and then chipping through the half inch of ice that was under it. I drove around town a bit, checked out the roads for work tomorrow and then went to Marsh to pick up some much needed supplies, Swiss Rolls in particular. I love those things.

I’ve been doing some thinking lately. I feel like I live 6 inches inside the walls of my apartment. It’s just not quite home yet. I feel like I live in it, not “in” it really. There’s something about it that’s not quite right. I’m going to take my vacation time that is coming up over Christmas to paint. I’m planning a color scheme of a bright green, a cadet blue (lighter though) and a soft gray with whiteish-gray as my main color on the walls. Basically each room gets a color on one wall, with the whiteish-gray on the other 3. The hallway is going to be the tough one, probably something neutral. I’ve also decided that I’m going to fix my bar. I have a small half-wall dividing my kitchen from my living room. The bar is small, 7 inches wide. Just wide enough for your keys and wallet but not much else really. I’m going to expand it a bit, make it a bit wider, add a small area for eating at the end. Still working on color but I’m pretty sure it’ll be something a bit more colorful than the plain bright white that it is now.

It’s been a long weekend and honestly I’m ready for the week to start. I’m ready for it now. I’m heading to bed soon and when tomorrow is here, the week will start anew, back to the hustle and bustle of regular life. I have 11 days off coming soon. I wonder if I’ll survive?