The local K-Mart is closing. Store closings of any kind strike me as melancholy affairs. The shoppers always seem like old crones ala A Christmas Carol stopping by to pick through the leavings of the dead. Kind of spooky.
While looking randomly through the well-looted aisles I found myself in Martha Stewart land and – completely unbidden – a version of the renewal of Baptismal Promises leapt into my head:
Do you reject “good things”,
so as to live in the freedom of God’s children?Do you reject the glamor of chintz,
and refuse to be mastered by bad taste?Do you reject Matha Stewart,
mother of bad taste and princess of darkness?
It must have been the environment. Like a cross between a tomb, a wake, and a church. A stillness where once commerce reigned.
I don’t like store closings, but I did score some decent deals.