This afternoon while hitting a couple auto parts stores fruitlessly looking for a fuse (apparently only available in Canada) for my power inverter, one of the clerks saw the kayak on top of my car and said he enjoyed kayaking too.
It was a slow night at the store and his comment sparked an intriguing conversation where we each shared the best kayaking spots in the area.
It was great shooting back and forth wowing each other with tales of special rivers and lakes over the next few minutes. By the time we were done we had covered almost all of central Florida’s hot spots.
It was a blast and I truly enjoyed it as well as the clerk.
While may be a lone wolf, in my finer moments I enjoy being social. ; )
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I see people jogging or biking or such in the heat of the day and it still sparks a pang of envy that they’re able do it while I can’t just yet.
They make it look so effortless and easy.
I know my time will come eventually, but this envy serves a good purpose:
To never take such things for granted again.
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At the local library I like to sit looking out their tall windows and watch the goings on (it also makes for a good meditation spot).
I witnessed a middle age lady pull into a parking spot designated for the handicapped. She got out of her car and strolled at a brisk pace up to the library while carrying several books.
I started judging her for this, thinking she was taking up a spot from someone else less abled.
Then I remembered the early stages of my ongoing dance with Mr. Lyme when I wished I had a handicaped tag because after a short distance walking I’d get winded. Also being able to park closer to entrances also would mean less melting in the Florida heat at a time when I couldn’t tolerate being outside in 85 degree or higher weather for more than ten minutes.
I silently walked back my judgement.
Although I’m aware handicapped passes are abused by some, I realize there are many who have more invisible handicaps or situations that I wouldn’t be aware of on the surface of things.
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