Merci

A bit upset after a not-too-good night I finally come to writing. I wonder if I would start writing at all because honestly I am not in the mood and that didn't happen for a very long time. Is it the change of environment, the change of weather or the mood of those surrounding me infecting me? I opened the window and although I had planned to visit a theme park made by an artist I didn't feel to it.
Once downstairs my daughter said we can't go because they are closed (summer is over so only weekends and Mondays). I intend to write about that park but not here and not today.

Because the sun suddenly shows I decided to do the laundry and later I will see if I can buy tea, take back the empty bottles (all bottles are 15 cents or who knows more) and see if I can find affordable vitamin C (Action). Yesterday, I sent a package to my son and a second one (December 5th) is planned. It's expensive but so is taking an aeroplane and dragging it around. Interesting, is that DPD is faster than Post.nl and cheaper (sorry, Post.nl you are too expensive).

Yesterday I went with the youngest to a second-hand shop. Terribly expensive but the entry was free (unlike groceries and not to mention a can of whipped cream). Endless was the chat with the cashier. I tried at least 3 times to escape from her flood of chit-chat but she didn't give me a chance. So I listened to her stories, how hard it felt to get out of bed (I said: well you did and smiled), the muscle pain after moving her daughter out within 1.5 days and how nauseous she stood on a ladder to paint walls and ceilings of the villa 3.60 meters high her daughter bought (there was also something about Poland but I forgot. It happens if people talk a lot I shut my ears just like I did as a child as my mother kept repeating herself).
She painted the picture very well. The high walls she mentioned reminded me of the villa of my grandparents although not one of us ever climbed a ladder to paint (I remember once someone came to paint some walls, just like today that must have been expensive. I doubt the difference was noticed since all walls were white).
You did a great job, I complimented her, take your rest. She smiled delightedly and showed me how big the box with Merci chocolate is her daughter gave her as a thank you while I held the door in my hand.
Lucky you, I said, you have chocolate for at least 6 months. She looked happy and the next customer showed up telling her she having the same issues (rather staying in bed than getting out).

My gosh, I said to my daughter as I finally escaped outside. What was that?

She's always like that, she said, it's hard to get away if she works.

Some people make you think and she's one of them. No matter how she feels she is kind and helpful but lacks attention and some compliments. It's not different from commenting on Steemit. We listen, say a few words, make a gesture and someone is happy. No need for all the extras. A box of chocolate is the prize she received for doing all that work. In a way, it sounds a bit.... and I hear her last words as she says kind of sad: All those things we do for our children.
I know why it is she dragged herself out of bed and went to (volunteer) work. Is the box she received as big as .... (you know those men showing the fish they caught, that size) or did she make it better than the reality is?
If it comes to that box I believe @patjewell is better off with a trip to Ireland.

16.10.24
Prompt @freewritehouse - a can of whipped cream


@vwrites @bluelavender @bahrol how do you feel?