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Peaks

Cascade peaks in this morning’s sunrise

Tuesday, January 30, 2024

Yesterday, I had fun at work in three departments: Intimates, Men’s, and Dresses, each a unique experience.

I often work in Intimates, and yesterday felt delighted when a former co-worker out shopping discovered me. I needed a moment to recognize Rebecca–her face relaxed and happy, unlike her former tension in controlling inventory for the feed store where we worked.

Yesterday, she explained her fun in feeling free nowadays to do whatever she pleases. She’s working in a major supermarket–preparing salads, in a closed environment with 50-degree temperatures. Rebecca bundles mightily against the cold, chops fixings for salads, and wears a headset–listens to music and podcasts. Loves it!

We are kindred spirits: she, chopping salads in a supermarket, and me, clerking in a department store. Comfortable with our educations, experiences, and capabilities, and having the chops to pause and play with various sundry opportunities.

It’s about allowing oneself, at least somewhat, to meander.

Soon, I moved from Intimates to Men’s, a fun department needing lots of work to stay organized and tidy. I’ve not zeroed in on why Men’s feels fun. After working there more, I’ll try to explain.

Then I went on to Dresses. There, high schoolers have been trying on fancy clothing for the school dances being held this week and next. While I was in Dresses, a woman was shopping with two teens who busily were trying on many dresses. Both girls are athletic high school wrestlers who work out constantly. Their fabulous bodies wore the long, sequined gowns with trains, and the short, sparking dresses revealing lots of flesh. Both wore everything fabulously. Their mom and I had a grand time, oohing, awing, and laughing. A treat!

The store is moving me to various departments with unique shopping focuses and personalities. Interacting with shoppers is wonderful, too, for making rediscoveries, creating connections, and enabling getting-to-know.

Dear Friends: I get it, Rebecca, about freedom, fun, and simply enjoying a gig. Diana

Magesty

Saturday, December 30, 2023

These are the days of drizzle and fog. The outside is muddy, and the vision is cloudy. Those who yearn to be out skiing are the only complainers about the local condition of too little or no snow.

I love to go walking in a light drizzle. Dampness in the air, and overall, fosters an atmosphere that is gentle and peaceful and creates an almost magical area. I walk in my neighborhood with my Cockatoo, Peaches, on my shoulder. He loves being in damp air, too, and even more than me, because moisture fluffs his feathers and helps them thrive.

When we’re not out walking in a drizzle, I will spray Peaches with water that’s clear and at room temperature. He loves those showers and raises his wings to greet the warm water. To be honest, sometimes he’s busy, maybe tearing up a toy and uninterested in receiving a shower. Then he flutters around and screams.

I’m used to his screaming. Cockatoos do lots of that. Peaches greets every dawn with screams and says his good nights the same. Besides, he’s a watchbird, sees everything that happens in a large portion of our outdoors, and announces through long stretches. If he has no visual as to what’s going on, he correctly interprets the dogs’ barks and joins their noise.

While very special, my frequent walks through this winter’s gentle and peaceful atmosphere are also worrisome. More warmth from a changing climate threatens water supplies in this high desert area. Our local mountains now host annual snowpacks that are less dense, reducing the natural water runoffs that once abundantly flowed to nourish this essentially landlocked area.

Dear Friends: This area is still magical, but one searches more to find its majesty. Diana