Took a package to the post office -- not as simple as it sounds of course. Driving is still okay, in fact it's a delightful just-as-mobile-as-anyone-else behind the wheel -- and feeling no pain! But then it's shuffle around the car to get that rollator out, stow the package in it, totter inside and -- I had picked the wrong time -- stand in line. Nowhere to sit: "We used to have some stools but they made us get rid of them, people might fall and sue."
So decided I'd better stock up on stamps too. I settled on a couple of cards of Songbirds in Snow, paid the clerk, tottered back out, started to take the songbirds out of the rollator bag -- and the bag was empty.
No stamps in my shirt pocket. No stamps in my pants pockets. I don't carry a purse. No stamps anywhere.
All that tottering hurts, of course, but back in to the post office, ignoring the line, right up to the counter, where no songbirds in sight. The clerk was really concerned, came out from behind the counter, searched all the way back to the entrance, went out to examine the sidewalk. Came back in and insisted on taking my name and phone number in case they showed up.
So this morning I had dim sum in a Chinese restaurant with friends. Good conversation, good nibbles, reached for my wallet and you guessed it.
Okay, things like that happen to you too. I know. But perhaps not all day long, every day? Just you wait.