I was recently diagnosed with asthma. A mild case, but I need to use an inhaler, which I really don't like, but it could be worse, of course.
To cheer myself up, I bought these colorful cups.
The other day, a kind young woman at our local small DMV office fixed all my problems with the Motor Vehicle Department: changed my mailing address, gave me a set of license plates, affixed the 2022 stickers, found a screwdriver in an office drawer, went outside and screwed the plates in place on my car.
I thanked her and she said she wouldn't let her own grandmother bend down to do that job, so she needed to help.
Then I went to the post office to pick up a package or two. One was medical supplies, the other was gigantic! I looked at it and shook my head. The clerk asked if I wanted a cart. I was going to say yes, when the guy behind me in line offered to bring it out for me. I accpeted and thanked him. Short man, big package, but he mananged. (It was a badly needed new kitchen trash can.)
As I drove off, I felt my bad mood lift, my negative thinking fly away thanks to the helpfulness of strangers.
I truly need to get out more, interact with strangers more, talk to people I meet in the stores, as I did before the pandemic.
I used to have so much fun, just going to the grocery store.
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About the mailboxes from my last post:
1. They have been replaced by a modern structure and are now all locked.
2. The road has been paved.
3. It's nowhere close to me, it's farther into the canyon.
4. Finally, I'm very happy I captured that shot, sort of from a bygone time.
