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Happenings

Friday, September 20, 2024

The header shows my co-worker and friend, Angie, holding my horses, Sunni and Rosie. After we took photos on my property, we drifted toward my neighbor’s pretty “golf course” lawn. The horses immediately went grass-crazy, and Angie held the lead ropes tightly.

She was at my place for a photoshoot. Angie is an experienced photographer. She has opinions and imagines what she wants to capture. She asked me to wear “sparkly boots” and an attention-grabbing shirt (that big Rosie kept sneezing on). She wanted in the pictures both my horses and donkey. On finishing our shoot, she anticipated a big editing job.

I appreciated Angie’s quick eye and camera savvy. To my surprise, she’s an experienced horseperson; she grew up riding busy Arabians. Yesterday, she fell in love with my calm, easy-to-handle horses. We will go horseback riding together.

I will travel to Sunriver today for lunch with several long-time friends. For years, long ago, we all met weekly to discuss our health, medicines, doctors, and “general doings.” We were in a long-running cancer survivor group that weekly drew 10 to 20 participants; it connected us family-like. Several years ago, I drifted away and stayed loosely in touch.

Earlier this week, a member of that cancer group was out shopping, and she spotted me in Jewelry. We immediately renewed a mutual closeness, and she invited me to join her and others from the group who planned to meet for lunch. Today is when that lunch will happen, and I’ll be there. It’s an exciting opportunity to reconnect with old friends.

Dear Friends: There could be a “more social me” peeking from deep inside. Diana

We Care!

Wednesday, March 27, 2024

Yesterday, a local televised newscast reported that the store where I work part-time was robbed the night before. Apparently, thieves broke the lock on an entry/exit door to enter and managed to open and empty all the registers. My estimate of the available cash is near the amount reported stolen. Nightly, while closing the store we leave minimal cash in the registers.

There’s no telling how thieves managed to break into the store and into the closed and locked cash registers. To open a register drawer anytime, an employee must have a private and employee-specific numerical code.

Oddly, I didn’t see any reporting on that theft in this morning’s local newspaper. At work today, I probably won’t learn more as the incident might still be an open investigation. And oddly, the theft feels like something personal, as if I care about the store.

These days, thievery is rampant throughout business establishments. Thieves walk in and take merchandise out openly. Stores instruct employees not to stop or follow a thief. Recently, I was scolded (and again several times!) for following a carrying person to see his license plate. So, I’ll not do any more sleuthing.

The idea of caring about the store surprises me, as it’s simply where I work part-time. Wondering how the managers might be feeling, and doing more thinking about caring, it might mean having positive feelings about working with others. We’re a team and the store is our base.

Dear Friends: Goodbye, “Good old days,” and hello, ever-more Complicated Days. Diana