| So just days ago I wrote about how I was anticipating an outing to the library. If you read "The Mundane Adventure" you will have a better understanding of why the errand of going to the library was such a big deal for me the other day. |  |
| | So before I update y'all let me first give a shout out to all the people who messaged me with loving good vibrations and whatever healing modality and healing energy technology they wanted to send my way on Facebook or at onceuponaneden@gmail.com. I thankfully received it and put it to very good use. Still am. Much love to you and all this love is as vitally important to me as the air we breathe. So endless gratitude to each and every one. |
| Well it was a huge outing for me that other day. My immune system was put through some rigors. First we went to the market so I could get some items for a craft/snack. My friend and their grandchild come over from time to time and I share with them some fun self help info in the way of crafts and cooking. This time is getting me prepared for some classes I am hoping to present either via Skype or in person come the Fall. Anyway, this cooking project was all about homemade popsicles. Since I can't have much of what is ready made because of ingredients that will set off my immune system, I make my own (this is rule of thumb for about any foods or food stuffs). With juices and fruits in hand it was time to get the next items on the list. Balloons!!! |  |
At the store for the balloons something happened that disturbed me. Do you think I could be quiet and mind my own business? No. not loud mouth me.
 | So blocking the exit was a young person that I am guessing to be about mid-twenties giving off a confrontational "this is my territory" kind of vibe. Those in line passively aggressively ignored her until they needed to walk around her to exit through the only way out unless they back tracked and went a long way round. I couldn't help to study her. It is a past time and skill that one of my grandfathers taught me as a child. Something that I still do. I study people. So I found myself wondering about this young person who needed to claim this part of the store as her territory of the world. Questions such as: "Why this bit of the store?" "Who is she waiting for? " |
"What has happened in her life?" " Why does her body language read as if she is angry at the world?" " What is her back story? She is so young to be so frustrated. What was I like at her age?" Then turning my attention on myself, I noticed my skin was on fire. No doubt from the perfume another woman had sprayed in my proximity. No getting around it, the perfumes display was near the check out. However, victory was mine, I was still breathing effortlessly. That was the main test. The cream that I had in my purse and some Benedryl took care of the burning skin after a while. My thoughts went back to the young person who was now bad mouthing and cussing someone out and rushing them along. I kept looking to see who it was that got under her skin so roughly. Several customers went by seemed like it could have been any of them. Then I guessed the cashier. I know. I know. I was being a "busy body". I admit.
Finally the mysterious agitator came forward and the young person moved in right behind the agitator continuing the tirade with a bit more boldness (which I didn't think was possible).
So yes, I just felt compelled to add my two cents. Here is how the convo went:
Me to the Young One: "Thank you for having this 'conversation' with your grandmother after my friend's little one left the store. It would be difficult to explain to her why a person would be so disrespectful to one's grandparent when she so little loves her grandparents so very much."
Young One to Me: "What business is it of yours that I am standing up for my rights?"
Me: "You are having what should be a private conversation in public and are ridiculing your grandma for being old?! How does that make any sense? That is not a right of yours to commit elder abuse. She cannot drive. She cannot shop without help. She may control the money..."
Young One: "I control the money!"
Me:"Well that makes it all the worse that you are bad mouthing one of the people who helped to bring in one of the people who brought you into the world." I turn to leave.
Young One: "Have a good day."
Me: "No! You don't get to do that. You don't curse out your grandma in public then try to make yourself look good and more gracious than I after I dress you down for it. Your words say, 'Have a good day.' Your mind and heart are saying , 'Go fuck yourself bitch.' I would rather you tell me to go fuck myself because then you will be as honest as when you were cussing out your grandma. You go to google elderly abuse. Then go to this website so you know that I am not just randomly talking off the top of my head or a nosy busy body. And even if I was a nosy busy body, you are welcome for the favor I just did you. I expect if I see you again you will be treating Grandma differently. And don't let me even sense that you will be making it harder for today after I just confronted you.
Okay so that was that at the store. I have a bit of a commentary about that and why I address the person as "Young One." After that ordeal we finally made it to the library.
So after I scanned the books in the library, I discovered something disturbing...most of the copyright dates were of within the last 20-40 years. It was a dizzy sickening 1984 kind of moment. I wanted to do some comparative research. I will have to wait until I can travel about more -forget the libraries and find some old mom and pop book store.
Overall Tuesday was a successful outing day. Other than skin burning, no worries. Breathing was not an issue at all.
Wednesday, I rested while watching old movies and worked on essays and some artwork all the while allowing myself to communicate with my body and look for signs of reactions to Tuesday's outing. Was a day of histamine levels high, but not so that I was so uncomfortable. It was a bad day yesterday for sure. However, one in which that bad day yesterday used to be my very regular good days. So I would say that so far it seems that my health is improving.
Footnote: Also went out Friday morning during grocery store rush hour to the grocery store. Did well. Did well all 4th of the July weekend.
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