WALKING MY WAYS

WALKING MY WAYS. Happiness comes in many ways. One of which, is walking to the Post Office. And being greeted by two young girls along the way. Ages 1 1/2 and 4, and their mom and handsome dog, all waiting for grandma. And then I passed a young boy, on his smart phone. It seems to me, that walking in Carmel requires one of two possessions. Either a dog. Or a smart phone. If you have either, you pass. If you have neither, you fail.

And this morning, I hit another jack pot. In addition to the young girls, their mom and their dog, I ran into another long time friend, whom I hadn’t seen in many months. Even though we have known each other for over sixty years. So we chatted up a storm. Which was wonderful. And an opportunity, that the Post Office offers every day. Except when closed. And a reason many people go there. And then I picked up a package, even though I had lost my yellow card. Which was what I had been waiting for. And so now I finally had my purchase.

And then I saw a lady, with an armload of packages and told her what a bunch she had. “Yes,” she replied. “I guess I’m popular.” And I agreed. And as I left the Post Office, I ran into another friend, whom I also hadn’t seen in a long time. Except she recognized me, although I didn’t recognize her. Which happens often. And is always embarrassing, for me.

And as I passed Svendsgaard’s Inn, which is undergoing MAJOR renovations, I realized that they were demolishing their pool. Which some other motels are doing as well. Perhaps, because of liability. On the other hand, Svendsgaard’s has plenty of space. So maybe they will put another one back in. Only time will tell. In any event, eventually I was home. And ready for my lunch, and NAP. Satisfied. And somewhat wiser. I think. Finis.