To Luckycee, Lindapendent, bluesilverkdg, and anyone else listening:
I am deeply, deeply touched by what you said about me. All the more so because I kinda sorta pushed it a bit too much today.
Did two hours of work out in the garden this morning, before going in to work, and I feel it. I cut back the perennial ornamental grasses. Three-plus large garbage cans' worth later, I thought I was okay.
Now I'm not so sure, but I'll take it easy tomorrow. Maybe (smirks).
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I gleaned a bitter-sweet story from work today. A woman came through my line and told me, over half of what was in her cart was going to have to be returned to the shelves (reshops, we call those). She was shopping with a friend who is older and has Alzheimer's. The older woman thought she was selecting ingredients for a Passover seder she would be preparing. The younger woman explained that the son of the older woman would kill her if she bought all the items in the cart, as his mother is no longer up to any cooking at all, let alone this meal.
So the younger woman went through the motions, to give the older woman the satisfaction of thinking she would be preparing Passover seder. She then ensconced that woman somewhere comfy in the store, and came through my line by herself. When I finished cashing her out, she thanked me and said, "God bless". As soon as I was free to do so, I loaded up the reshops and took them back to their respective departments.
Later, a young woman came through who confessed she was going to be presenting her first Passover seder. She was nervous, and I asked for permission to share a story with her (hey, Passover is all about stories, to me). I told her about the two earlier women, and asked her to keep in mind that no matter what else happened, she had her mind, she was blessed, and everything was going to be okay.
I'm not sure she really, truly understood, but I bet some day she will. Don't you think?
Did two hours of work out in the garden this morning, before going in to work, and I feel it. I cut back the perennial ornamental grasses. Three-plus large garbage cans' worth later, I thought I was okay.
Now I'm not so sure, but I'll take it easy tomorrow. Maybe (smirks).
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I gleaned a bitter-sweet story from work today. A woman came through my line and told me, over half of what was in her cart was going to have to be returned to the shelves (reshops, we call those). She was shopping with a friend who is older and has Alzheimer's. The older woman thought she was selecting ingredients for a Passover seder she would be preparing. The younger woman explained that the son of the older woman would kill her if she bought all the items in the cart, as his mother is no longer up to any cooking at all, let alone this meal.
So the younger woman went through the motions, to give the older woman the satisfaction of thinking she would be preparing Passover seder. She then ensconced that woman somewhere comfy in the store, and came through my line by herself. When I finished cashing her out, she thanked me and said, "God bless". As soon as I was free to do so, I loaded up the reshops and took them back to their respective departments.
Later, a young woman came through who confessed she was going to be presenting her first Passover seder. She was nervous, and I asked for permission to share a story with her (hey, Passover is all about stories, to me). I told her about the two earlier women, and asked her to keep in mind that no matter what else happened, she had her mind, she was blessed, and everything was going to be okay.
I'm not sure she really, truly understood, but I bet some day she will. Don't you think?