Cookies and Almonds
On my way out of yoga, the doorguy said, “Excuse me!” I immediately thought, “Ugh, I need to meet my grandma, what did I do now?” He handed me a bag of cookies.
At my grandma’s elderly home, I chatted with the caretakers. I gave them the cookies, and said, “Just a little something to show my appreciation for taking care of my grandma.”
At my building, as I passed the security desk, I casually asked, “Did you eat lunch yet?” He said, “No, eating soon.” I happened to have almonds with me, so I offered him some.
It’s amazing how small acts can brighten people up.
I am grateful for:
- Sleeping a lot. I overslept self practice. Waking up earlier day after day took its toll. I caught up today, though, sleeping nine hours, then taking a three hour nap in the afternoon.
- My aunt’s monitor. My dad’s laptop broke its screen. I wanted to recycle it, but I didn’t know if it had sensitive data on it. With my aunt’s monitor plugged in, I finally wiped the drive and can get it out of here.
- Jessica for convincing me to gamble horse races for my grandma again. Sometimes I am too rigid, imposing my own morals onto others.
- Kerri, for being the wildest roommate ever.
- My new pants, which are as wide as the Request jeans I wore in high school. Ah, the memories of immense lower limb freedom.