In the past we have shopped at the IKEA in Schaumburg, one of the largest if not the largest IKEA in the country or world. I asked the IKEA web site where we should go, and it gave us two alternatives -- the San Diego store in Mission Valley about 35 miles from our house, or one somewhere in Orange County (Costa Mesa??) about 52 miles. We decided to go to the San Diego store, which turns out to be the smallest IKEA in the US. Quite a change. Another difference is that the Schaumburg IKEA has its own parking lot and building, and the San Diego store shares a building with a Lowes, and a parking lot with a Costco and a number of restaurants. I actually had to drive past Costco cart returns before I could turn around and get to the IKEA loading area when we were done.
We were only moderately successful at IKEA. We replaced the broken dresser in Derrick's room and got a couple of drawer organizers -- one of which is already organizing my socks and underwear. But both the sofa table and lamp we wanted to replace were discontinued.
Afterwards, we found a Linens n Things in La Mesa to see if they had another set of our dishes. They did not, but we managed to help their creditors more than we intended by buying a couple of lamps, some towels, storage crates and a new toy robot for robot_grrl.
After that, we went home. On the way we passed another Linens n Things in Carmel Mountain Ranch -- which I should have remembered since I bought sheets and stuff there in 1998.
As Tara and Derrick were waiting for me to bring the car around at IKEA, they were approached by someone who was holding auditions for children between 8 and 17 for a Disney Channel show. She liked Derrick's look and suggested that they come by. So we were actually thinking of trying to go to church tonight. But as Derrick and Tara were cleaning up from the suspended assembly of his new dresser, he had another break down where in managed to prove that there was no way he could even come close to passing a screen test -- he couldn't stop smiling and giggling when he was being talked to seriously. Additionally, he was in no shape for church and had eaten the time we had to eat before we needed to leave. There is a VERY SLIM chance that we might go to the early service tomorrow and still try to go, but he'd have to prove and prove again that he is both behaving and would be able to listen and control his emotions before I'd consider the drive.
All in all, not a complete waste. And, just for fun, I need to run out and get some more produce tonight -- yeah! more shopping.