There comes a time in each day when I reflect back on the day. Mine started with a call from one of the assistant managers at a Walmart where I shop. Yesterday was my necessity run to the grocer. Almost immediately, I have the day started to go south but I wasn't going to let that happen. The store had the max number of people allowed with the new guidelines. That, however, didn't mean much as those that were in the store were still grabbing everything that they could cram into their carts. While reaching for a pack of bacon, and still keep my distance in the bacon isle, I reached in from the side to get a couple of packs from the middle since the woman that didn't seen to care about the 6-foot rule, just declared the whole of the cool unit as her own. Any way, as I pulled the bacon out it caught on a inch-high bar on the bottom of the unit and I lifted my hand up to free the bacon from the bar. As I did, the back of my hand caught the underside of the shelving and there it was---that feel of cut skin and then came the blood. With that, I ask at the deli counter if they had a first aid kit. "No", came the reply. "Go to customer service". So, I headed from the back of the store to the front of the store.I kind of thought that the extra exercise of walking that lap wasn't that bad of a deal. Shortly, came the store manager who I kid with most of the time, if only a one-liner jab. Then came the assistant manager with the iPad to take an incident report.
The phone rang this morning while I was still in bed. It was the assistant manager checking on how I was doing. Laughingly, I said to her that, "I'm alive!". She ask me a question and I said, "no, I'm fine" and we parted ways. That was nice to check in on me, I though. It's wasn't that "The Legal Beagle Made Me Call", attitude. That's the difference between the young managers an that seasoned manager of 30 years. I noticed her pin yesterday as she was talking the info on her i-Pad. She was a 3 decader!
I face the northwest so the strong winds that come from the NW are the only time I feel the chill inside. Even my heat came on and I had the thermostat set much lower than normal. Still, I could feel the difference in what it was doing outside. When I got up to go pull the drapes over the door, there was a baby sparrow that had just fledged from the area below the downspout where sparrows have built nest for as long a I can remember. He had managed to fly--or glide--down onto my porch. I think he might have been aiming for one of my towering trees, but he didn't make it. He was cherping for mom. The sun had just begun to come onto my porch at the gate and it was hitting just about a half foot from the baby bird. I knew that if he got into the sun he would warm up and he would be wanting to try out those wings from the grown up. In about a half hour he was stretching each wing and then he would do it again. The next time I looked, he was gone. I saw mom sitting on the gutter and had been calling to him. I haven't been able to get to the birds at the lake so I guess, something in the world of Karma had the bird come to me. Thank goodness I didn't get mad yesterday at Walmart. Seeing the baby bird on the porch was a good token come my way.
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| Sunshine Is A Mood Lifter at any age. The shade of a couple of leaves from the trees can be seen. |
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| Not much movement, but the head is responding when my lens clicked the glass in the door. |
