Nothing more to say other than it was another full day of work. It was work that I enjoyed, and I seem to have done it well. In the mornings when I set out, I have my doubts that what I will need to do will get done, but somehow, it does. For instance, I got to the hotel and noticed that Bill’s distribution boxes were empty, so I immediately filled them. Then I got books ready to go to the Palmer Senior Center, and as well, the materials for the matting class. We now have frame mats, and books, and glue.

Shortly after noon I headed out of the Palmer Senior Center parking lot and went to the MTA Building and stocked the shelves. The bottom most shelf had collapsed. I looked at it and I thought, hmm, I need to tell Pete that he needs to fix this. Then I thought, huh, maybe I can do this. I removed the books and put the little metal plug thing back in its hole, then put the shelf end back on the little metal plug thing back in its hole. I then put the books back on the shelf, placing the lighter books on the rickety shelf.

Of course, as I finished up, I thought, well, I did this myself. I didn’t ask Pete. Most of the time, when it comes to practical things, I ask Pete. This is because like those of us who are not by nature hands on, its easier to avail ourselves to those who are hands on. My sense in such instances is regret, for I wish I’d done what needed to be done. But on the other hand, I’m glad that what needed to be done, got done.

Every so often I have to, and I do do, what needs to be done. And always, I feel a sense of accomplishment. I suspect that if I hadn’t met Pete and ended up being on my own that I would be more like my sister El who is extremely competent. This is because she doesn’t have a mate and is very used to figuring out what needs to be done on her own.

The tradeoff is that if you live alone, undoubtedly, you are lonely. I chose to be with Pete because I didn’t want to live alone. I am an introvert to the nth degree, and so when he’s not around I obsess about things, simple things. Around and around my mind goes, like a maple leaf seed on the wind.

I am, though, becoming more competent. I didn’t drive for years, and now I do it all the time. I will never feel good about driving at night, but tonight I did it because I will need the car tomorrow. I also do not like to fill the gas tank, but I will do it because I’ll need to drive the car home tomorrow evening.

The pictures got matted, and later, books got put away. Another full house day at the Hotel. And now, for me at least, there is enough daylight. Ye haw.

Next: 66. 3/8/24: Listening to Others