An elderly man stood with his cart in the dairy section, studying the things through the glass. I think he was probably looking for something. Whatever he was doing, he stood there for an inordinate amount of time.
I needed to get to the butter.
We live in such an impatient world. I am by nature a pretty impatient person myself, as a matter of fact, but I do try not to show it. The thing that I know about myself is that 1) that impatience is rarely warranted and 2) with a little effort, I can keep my thoughts to myself and 3) it costs me absolutely nothing.
And so I practice being patient. Maybe I'll get good at it someday.
I am happy to report that I succeeded this day. I stood with my cart, and eventually, the man did notice me waiting, and said, "I'm sorry!" in an embarrassed way, and I said, pleasantly, "I'm in no rush..." We both continued shopping.
In addition to struggling with patience, I am one of those people who rely on mental lists. This means of course, that I head for the checkout only to catch sight of, say, a jar of peanut butter, which reminds me that (crap!) I need bread. Avocados might remind me I need tomatoes. (I don't know why, don't ask) I'm always grateful for long lines because it almost insures that I'm not going to leave the store without something that I meant to pick up.
By the time that I headed back to line, I saw I'd have plenty of time to ponder my purchases, to make sure that I had everything. That is because the elderly man that I'd practiced my patience on was at the register. I'm not sure what he was irritated about but he was giving the cashier quite a time.
People in line were getting restless. I tried to see it as yet another opportunity to practice patience.
Other than that, nothing much going on. I cleaned a refrigerator and an oven yesterday over at the rental. We are cleaning out the things from the basement. I cannot imagine how one person gets so many shoes! I've been matching them up and we dropped a nice collection of things off at Goodwill yesterday.