no, can't do it...

It's tomorrow now. I couldn't keep my eyes open last night but they're open now, at 5 a.m., so the date has changed. I hate to use the cliché, but sometimes there really aren't enough hours in the day. I wonder what people do who sleep more than I do. They must be fast workers or else even more behind than I am. Seems to me there was an expression, the kind of thing "they" used to embroider on samplers or tea towels: "The hurrier I go, the behinder I get." Something like that. It's a good thing I don't do embroidery. A paper and pen work better for me.

I have sorted out the next two days, I think. The lists seem to be disparate but the common denominator is me. I have to have back-up plans as well. This is where my Pollyanna philosophy comes in handy. Does anyone remember Polllyanna, the Glad Girl? I think her story has been made into a movie a couple of times, more than a couple. Mary Pickford (1892-1984) starred in one, and the Disney production made a star of Hayley Mills ( b. 1946) who won a special Oscar for her work in it. (the last Juvenile Oscar). Has anyone read the book? I looked it up and it's older than I thought. Published in 1913, written by Eleanor Porter, it's regarded as a children's classic and Pollyanna and her Glad Game have some pejorative aspersions. The purpose of the game is to look on the bright side of things, especially when " "things" are not so good.

That's what I'm going to do. I am taking a risk with my documents to attempt entry into the United States before I go away for a long time. If I am turned away at the border I will have to find a bus to take me back to Toronto. That's my back-up plan. My Glad plan is to enjoy the ride and see the autumn leaves. i'll let you know.

I'm coming, but I have to re-charge first. Anon, anon.

I see that one 'like' has checked in - but I didn't say anything yet.

NOW, I have something to say, something nice. I was busy today, still seeking an EDL (Enhanced Driver's License) to get me into the States next week to see my daughter in Boston (Quincy).

I talked to a man waiting for the bus, admiring his hat: leather with a big brim and a feather head band. He got it in Australia years ago, he said. Maybe it was kangaroo. I said isn't it nice to be older and own clothes for a long time. So we talked a bit more and wished each other a good day.

The Bay street bus driver was so cheerful, greeting passengers as they boarded and thanking them for their fare. I made a point of getting to the front door when I exited so I could thank him and tell him how terrific he was.

The clerk at the main desk of Service Ontario where I have been going for several days was so helpful and sympathetic and went out of his way to get me a phone number to help me track my EDL and made a phone call to his manager to give her a heads-up on me when I call. I thanked him and wished him a blessing.

The cashier at Loblaw's was so friendly as we discussed Omega 3 in eggs, and how good they are with the yolk still runny and a bit of salt and pepper. We exchanged some other information about products we like. She likes garlic, too.

And I had $30 reward points and redeemed them so that was "rewarding"!

It was a good day. Aren't people nice?