Yesterday I went to Brattleboro to peruse shops, eat lunch and stop by the art museum. I parked my car, fed many quarters into the meter and glanced down at my front tire.
It was nearly FLAT! What to do? I walked down to Amy's Cafe and ate a delicious cream filled pastry topped with berries. Then I bought a few mysteries at the mystery bookstore. I asked the proprietor where there was a tire shop. I didnt think I could continue having fun until I took care of that tire.
An hour and a half later and $150 poorer, I had a new tire. By then it was lunchtime. So, back to Amy's Cafe for a piece of pizza. Then I walked down the hill to the art museum, risking my life crossing the road at this bizarre traffic intersection. Bizarre because it is hard to figure out who has the right of way. And the art museum was:
on Tuesday and Wednesday. Back up the hill, I stopped in a few more stores. Bought "The Compassion Box" containing a book, Lojong cards and a CD by the Buddhist nun, Pema Chodron. Usually I dont like these box things. I have actually seen a "Yoga Box" which cracks me up. But I wanted the cards. Kelly has these cards and spoke of them awhile back. When I got home, I removed the cellophane and opened the box and found:
the CD was missing. !!! Okay. Just not my day. Although I called the store and they will order me another one. That was nice. I have to admit though, I was not my usual freaked-out self with all these calamities. I did NOT get upset and innerly hysterical but just flowed along. Hmm, need tire, get tire. Hmmm, closed well do something else. Hmm, no CD (meaning another 1 1/2 hour trip to Brattleboro and back to return faulty box,) no sweat. I surprised myself with the lack of my usual angst about such things.
Of course, had I been on a back road out of cell phone range when the tire blew I would probably have been very upset. But as it evolved--no sweat. And actually, the day WAS fun.
photos: small stream flowing into the Connecticut River, pharmacy in an old church, bridge to New Hampshire, closed sign at museum, Compassion Box.