Do you piddle?
Piddle. Paddle. Piddle.
My Grandma referred to piddling as shopping/browsing.
She also called peeing: Piddling.
I really thought she made up this word, but when I looked it up it means exactly those two things!
As a kid, when she said she was in the mood to piddle, I watched to see if she headed to the bathroom or if she grabbed her purse.
My Grandma loved to Piddle.
She and I would go to Jackson Byron’s and piddle for hours. We could also spend a crazy amount of time piddling at the 5 and dime.
When Grandpa was finally tired of all our piddling he would suggest we go home. Grandma would say, “ok, but lets make a quick stop at Woolworths first.”
Grandpa would always oblige and drive us there, knowing full well it was going to be anything but quick!
We would piddle around Woolworths for a while. She always found something here and there that I
wanted needed. Finally, when Grandma was done piddling we would head to the checkout line.
And this is the best part of the piddling around…
At the checkout line, you know they have a bazillion last minute items, candy cigarettes, paper kites, chap stick, basically all the essentials. She would say to me: “Do you want something from here?”
My eyes would light up and the answer was a resounding YES.
Before I could get out my YES though Grandpa would always say the same thing: “Miriam, you are going to spoil her!”
Of course Grandma ignored this spoiling nonsense….she knew better. I needed a little bit of spoiling…and I cherished a day piddling with my Grandparents.
In her last few years of life, she was not able to piddle much. It was too much effort for her to get out of the house. She would say to me, “gosh I miss piddling around the store.”
I‘m going to make a piddle date for myself. Not even for a special purpose. Just to piddle.
And since I have such a tiny bladder, I will make sure I piddle at home prior to my piddling trip.
Do you have a piddler in your family?