rumors of chivalry’s demise are true

Three, count ‘em, three able-bodied neighbor men stopped to say hello and see what I was up to when I was uploading a small U-Haul truck full of my storage unit contents yesterday afternoon.

Zero (zilch, nada) of them offered to help.

Had someone written a note on my back saying, “Don’t interrupt the sweating - it’s her work out”???

Gits.

My favorite had to be the gent who drives the little black Mercedes convertible. He stopped on the sidewalk and asked how I was while lighting up a nice cigarette, watching me heave a heavy box of books onto my shoulder for the climb up the stairs to my house.

Gosh, I’m doing great. There is simply nothing I’d rather be doing than hefting tons of dusty belongings and humping up a flight or two of steps.

The good news is that by the end of the day, I was completely cleared out of the storage place (no more monthly charge!) and done with my last obligation in Napa.
Also, I got to enjoy the big hit of endorphins or seratonin or whatever it was that I generated doing 5 hours manual labor.



Also good is that yesterday was the one and only non-rainy day lately, so I stayed dry the entire time.