Having been prostrated by the heat this week (I really don’t do well in hot weather) I finally made it out in the relative cool this morning to go to Sainsbury’s and pick up a book from the library in Matlock. Walking over the footbridge towards the park and the library I looked down into the River Derwent and saw a water vole. Knowing that they are a bit rare these days I was thrilled to see it and said to a man walking past with his dog I just saw a water vole! Yes, he said kindly, I think there are one or two around here.
At the library I collected a book I had reserved and got 80p out of my purse to pay the reservation fee, to be told it was only 50p now I am a senior. I had my 60th birthday in June, and this is the first time I have been called a senior (in this sense of the word). The librarian had also turned 60 recently and we had a brief chat about things that get triggered when you reach 60, including the invitation that comes in the post from the NHS to send them a sample of your poop for bowel cancer screening – they say they will send a kit and a hygienically sealed Freepost envelope. So I have that fun to look forward to.
In Sainsbury’s I fancied a fresh sourdough roll and whilst I was wrestling with opening the plastic bag to put it in a woman came up beside me and took a bag and opened it in a trice and popped her rolls in. She saw me looking at her in wonder, took my bag from me and performed her magic on it. How did you do that? I said, and she took another bag and showed me. (Incidentally, I do bring those thin bags back to use again – which saves the trouble of opening them for the first time – but had already used up my supply in the vegetable section.)
I exchanged a few words with the lady on the checkout then drove home. At traffic lights I found myself behind a van from the pharmacy in Wirksworth which proclaimed: No leeches kept in this vehicle overnight.
So, this wasn’t the serious blogpost on conditioned existence that I was/am planning, and is postponed until I have a few more brain cells in working order, but I made some connections with people whilst out this morning which have enriched my day and wanted to make a connection in this way too. The down-to-earth is as fruitful a field of spiritual nourishment as the lofty.