On my first day off from work, I slept, did some housework, met with my Visiting Teachers for a bit, and then decided to go deposit my last paycheck.
According to the Google map, the bank is 0.8 miles from my apartment complex, a 17 minute walk. Traffic was pretty bad, and I had stop lights to wait at, and then there was the time at the bank. I left at 4:11, and got into the apartment at 5:06.
I noticed as I went up and down the stairs of the apartment that I moved faster, easier, and when I walked to the bank, I did so at a faster pace. The store where our post office box is was only 12 minutes away. The Google map says that it's half a mile, and should have taken 10 minutes. Again, there is traffic and stop lights, but it was still better time than the last time I went to the Dollar Tree.
The internet had been iffy all day, and I discovered why, as I past a box by the outlet mall, and about seven broadband linemen were clustered around it, examining its contents like Druidish priests over rabbit entrails. I was on the wrong side of Third Street to examine the Land Use sign near where Greg Gibson's Auto Mart had been. I regretted not having taken a photo of the little houses that were on the lot, where we'd spent so much time, shopping for used cars and buying them, and where he had tons of McDonald Happy Meal toys decorating his office. The other house was occupied by a renter, and Greg's own home is somewhere else in town. He closed the office when the Recession hit, and he'd gone for months without a sale. Greg is retired now, yet works as a box boy two or three days a week at a west side supermarket, and seems quite happy there. The nine or so trees look like they will be spared, as the back hoes tore up the asphalt lot and left them standing and the land surrounding the small grove has been bulldozed and smoothed. A medical clinic is slated to be built at the corner of Badger and Third Street, next to where the car lot had been and where decades earlier had been a farm.
According to the Google map, the bank is 0.8 miles from my apartment complex, a 17 minute walk. Traffic was pretty bad, and I had stop lights to wait at, and then there was the time at the bank. I left at 4:11, and got into the apartment at 5:06.
I noticed as I went up and down the stairs of the apartment that I moved faster, easier, and when I walked to the bank, I did so at a faster pace. The store where our post office box is was only 12 minutes away. The Google map says that it's half a mile, and should have taken 10 minutes. Again, there is traffic and stop lights, but it was still better time than the last time I went to the Dollar Tree.
The internet had been iffy all day, and I discovered why, as I past a box by the outlet mall, and about seven broadband linemen were clustered around it, examining its contents like Druidish priests over rabbit entrails. I was on the wrong side of Third Street to examine the Land Use sign near where Greg Gibson's Auto Mart had been. I regretted not having taken a photo of the little houses that were on the lot, where we'd spent so much time, shopping for used cars and buying them, and where he had tons of McDonald Happy Meal toys decorating his office. The other house was occupied by a renter, and Greg's own home is somewhere else in town. He closed the office when the Recession hit, and he'd gone for months without a sale. Greg is retired now, yet works as a box boy two or three days a week at a west side supermarket, and seems quite happy there. The nine or so trees look like they will be spared, as the back hoes tore up the asphalt lot and left them standing and the land surrounding the small grove has been bulldozed and smoothed. A medical clinic is slated to be built at the corner of Badger and Third Street, next to where the car lot had been and where decades earlier had been a farm.
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