I had it pretty easy at the bookstore last week, this not being their busiest season. It gave me moments to think at the computer, speaking aloud as I remembered steps for entering things: "Oh, yes, I open another window for shipments, then click here to start a new order..." And on it went. Finally, Wednesday afternoon I caught up enough to reshelve some books and wander the stacks. They're so friendly.
My friendly boss took my picture so I could post it for Fresca, who is also now working with used books. Fresca's thrift store adventures include arranging her stock appealingly. Good thing I'm not charged with that task...But I do like helping customers find titles, searching our inventory and leading people on the sometimes lengthy trek to the proper area.
Visiting with people is often, for me, as challenging as arranging shelves would be. Responses must come quickly. Short thoughts and jumps of recollection are required. I probably spend more energy on this than anything.
Before returning to work, I thought about how I've had time for a while to think long thoughts. Though I tend to bounce between subjects and tasks at home (sometimes munching dark chocolate too often), there arrive stretches of moments where I engage and examine, travel and lengthen. Especially when writing, obviously. Sometimes just wandering the house and yard, hashing and rehashing, turning and overturning. Then suddenly observing light and shadow just so, and scooting inside for my camera.