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| Cooling off with a cold glass of water after taking the last box out for the night. The apartment gets emptier every day. I'm sure Smelly appreciates the increased zoom room. |
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| She's been eating her feelings a lot this year... |
On a different note, there is a woman at our local Rosauers that made my day. This woman is middle-aged, with graying hair and a friendly face. She seems to be stiff and uncomfortable, and is fairly slow to scan the products. I wondered from the beginning what kind of ailment she might have, and over time we learned that she has Parkinson's disease. I always enjoy going to her line- the slower check out time is fine with me, even preferred as it allows time to chat. Sometimes she has a new medication and has been feeling better. Other times it flares up and has made things a bit more difficult. But every single time we have gone through her line, she has been positive and friendly. The only complaining she does- if you can call it complaining- is apologizing about being slow. Well, today as we picked up some more packing supplies, I mentioned that we are moving. She asked where we were going, and when I said to Alaska her reaction was, "well that's too far," as we wouldn't be able to shop there anymore. She said she is proud of me for going to get my masters, and that it should be an adventure for me- which life should be full of. And as we were leaving, she bid us farewell and good luck in the future. Just this gesture, this feeling of connection with a cashier at our local store, feels very nice and really warmed my heart. And although I know her only through the check-out line, I feel I will miss her.



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