Today I am thankful for a local clerk who taught me about cheaters.
So....it started when I bought fuel injection cleaner for my aging Buick.
The clerk checked my ID.
I told her that I was "almost elderly."
She didn't believe my birth date.
She said my skin was too smooth
-and-
I wasn't wearing "cheaters".
She said she thought I was in my early thirties.
Cheaters? What are cheaters?
Well....they are cheap glasses that people need when their inability to focus grows longer than their arms.
I wonder if she saw me struggling to read the ingredients on the protein bars I bought.
Oh....I can't read without headaches. I always blamed the allergies or my dry eyes.
I hate using the internet because I can't focus on the letters. I also have dyslexia so I wind up reading bizarre things that are unique to me.
This can lead to some comical situations.
For example - I tend to read Martial Arts and Marital Arts and wonder if some sex therapist has registered the term as a trademark.
I went to the eye doctor and they tried to sell me coke bottle glasses for $900.
I can't quite afford that right now.
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After meeting with the clerk, I found myself looking at the cheapy glasses. I tried on various strengths.
I'm a 1.50.
And, oh my....it has truly opened up a new world of learning for me.
It doesn't hurt to read any more.
I have an entire pile of books to read!
Oh my......
Life is good!
I should be very busy for awhile.
I betcha I can go back to reading sheet music again!
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When social interactions impact me on a personal level, I look for the lesson. There is always a lesson. There has to be a lesson here.
Perhaps it is a reminder to practice random acts of kindness, not in an intrusive way but in a way that espouses respect for the individuality of the other person.
Perhaps I should start leaving pennies on the electronic horses at King Soopers so kids can take a ride. I could start leaving quarters in the vending and bubble gum machines.
Perhaps it is time to go back to paying it forward: donating food to the food bank, toiletries to the battered women shelters that I trust and money to the causes that resonate within me.
That is how I used to live when I was bohemian and things always had a way of happening automatically for me.
I'm not sure why I stopped - perhaps it was due to the chaos in my own life. Chaos can cause us to become self-centered. As the chaos is beginning to go away, it is time to bring the loving attention outward.
I am so very thankful for the people that I meet in my town.
They are very kind and helpful.
They are full of lessons.
They are awesome!
I should write a comment card and praise her ability to up sell her customers and change their lives.
I'll do that now.
Love ya,
S.