Trolley Solution

Every Saturday morning, I see them at every bus stop. The trolley ladies. The Chinese (but not always) ladies (but not always) of a certain age (always) with wheeled grocery totes en route to somewhere. I've seen them on multiple routes, and I'm never quite sure where they're headed. Most of the time, I get by with carrying my groceries in a backpack and a bag and try to convince myself that I'm young and strong. But every once in awhile, when there are too many canned goods on the shopping list, I join the caravan and bust out a trolley of my own. Just one of more old Chinese lady in these streets. 

Today, my destination was Trader Joe's. And the cashier did such a nice job of putting all the heavy items in the bottom of the trolley and working up from there that I felt compelled to take a picture. (Look at how neatly the flat items stacked on top!) Thank you, Thoughtful Trader Joe's Cashier, you made an old lady's day. 

Cigarette Smoking Man

On the bus this morning, I sat next to a man with a cigarette between his fingers. Just a stump, really. It wasn't lit. He was holding onto the nub until he could get off the bus and resume his journey. The bus had its emergency latch partly opened, and that brought in a refreshing morning breeze. A little gift of air. 

It's a new season for me. I've started a new job at my old job, with the same work email I was given at 22. And I'm back living in the same apartment. It seems only right to dust off this blog and get back in the practice of figuring things out.