The joy of proximity to a comfortable number of others

Walked to a "dollar store" varietal and back. Minor satisfaction in acquiring things my wife hoped I could. I'll hit a few more such places en route to tonight's overnight destination.

I'm not too thrilled that the checker at the store licked her fingers before digging for my change, prompting an update to:

=> On getting tired of seemingly being the only one...

by adding the following to its list:

• knows better than to lick my fingers before touching something - e.g. money in a cash register - before handing it to someone else.

And now I'm on the hook to wait for someone to deliver things my wife purchased at a charity event a couple nights ago, and hand them the check.

I'm really not an "on the hook" kind of guy. To me a key component of "minimalism" is being free and clear of plans/commitments, especially those established for me by others. Someone please tell me where I can find a "Gimme some of that sweet spontaneity!" tee shirt....

This morning's greasy spoon featured a lot of photos/posters of Marilyn Monroe and Audrey Hepburn, which served as a pleasant aid to digestion. The latter is definitely my favorite actress in the looks department.

Gosh, it was nice to walk to a store and back. I don't ever want to live in either a large city, or out in the boonies. This current dwelling feels very best of several worlds.