Waiting In

The in-store parcel drop-off I took the weripyouoffbuyingyourbooksback.com parcel to had run out of printer labels. 

“There aren’t any more”. 

Something in the micro-movement of her right shoulder and cheek, triggered a micro-movement on my face that said something like, ‘I don’t believe you; you just can’t be bothered filling it up’. 

She was a snake energy person, but a trickster, not a healer.

“She just ordered more today”.  Her head shaking ‘no ‘she’ didn’t’.

Told you.

Came back home, went online and selected a collection label.  Take that.

Had to wait in all Monday, 8am-8pm when someone should have come to collect said parcel, which is now more trouble than it’s worth.  Literally.  They didn’t show.  These are the lessons we learn in Life. 

Silver lining, it’s a sign, to never get rid of any lovely books ever again.  

Whilst waiting in, so as not to end up in a fury of feeling trapped, making and completing a list of tasks is the best plan.  There are many things more satisfying than crossing completed achievements off of a list, nevertheless, list-cross-offing remains a particular pleasure.   

Ladle gallons of soup into portion-sized freezer bags and fill the freezer up with enough soup until January.  Check.

Clean the shower.  Hate it, hate it, hate it, but Check.

Put ironing away tidily, not on a chair upstairs instead of a chair downstairs.  Check.

Change bed linen.  Check.

Check transplanted geraniums are alive.  Check.

Can’t hoover as may not hear the doorbell, missing the collection, and it will all have been a meaningless waste of Life.  Deciding which books, the Sellotape, the trip to obnoxious store, and the whole of Monday!

Have a nice sit down, cup of tea and a chocolate Hobnob.  Check.

(No dunking, have just washed and ironed the tablecloth).