This was one of those oddly busy days though not a lot seemed to get accomplished. Come to think of it, I did get several chores done — a load of laundry, a quick trip to the library, an even quicker trip to store. And when I was coming home from a walk to the library, I met up with a friend who was also out walking. Apparently, we both decided to take advantage of the windless, sunny day before cold descends once again. We wandered a bit and visited, which was nice. You’d think we’d see each other more frequently since we live only a couple of blocks apart, but somehow the days pass without our making an effort to connect, so it’s especially gratifying when we just happen to meet.
We have made plans for teatime in a couple of days, so that’s good. It’s one of the best things about small town living — having friends close by.
Still, all that wasn’t enough to fill up the day, and yet here it is, dark already, and I have no idea where all today’s hours went. I haven’t even been spending much time on the computer, though I did check my email and discovered a refund was being sent to me from part of an order that got lost somewhere along the way. They’d sent my order of four items in three packages. Not terribly efficient, but I suppose I should be glad I got the two items I really needed rather than none of them.
Tracking numbers are such a great thing. I like knowing where my packages are and when they will get here. Even better, if they do get lost, especially if it was a purchase from one of the giants like Walmart or Amazon, they contact me to let me know and advise me they are sending a refund. I remember times when I didn’t get something I ordered, and a dozen calls and much paperwork later, I finally received either a replacement or a refund. This way is so much easier!
Of course, the refund means I now have to find a way to get those missing items, though that’s not a problem. I mostly added them to the order to get free shipping, since the items I needed didn’t meet the minimum, but I can pick up the items the next time I go to the “big city.”
As it stands, tomorrow shouldn’t be busy, oddly or otherwise, since I did all my chores and errands today. I’ll probably take the opportunity to go out walking again since the temperatures won’t drop until Tuesday, and I have a due library book I should finish reading, but other than that, my day is my own.
Actually, all my days are my own. I just choose to use some of those days working. Or whatever.
Pat Bertram is the author of intriguing fiction and insightful works of grief.