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When I was at the Clinic, my doctor had the desk set up an appointment with the physical therapist to deal with my rotator cuff issues. They told me it was Wednesday at 10:45 and gave me a little print out that I slid into my bag and promptly forgot about.
So, I got up and took a pleasant shower, letting the hot water pound on my sore shoulder, loosening it up a little. I drove to Kasson in a moderately heavy rain, a trip that takes nearly an hour. I was overjoyed to get a great parking space--the closest you can get to the door of the clinic without illegally parking in the turn-around space. When I checked in at the desk, the lady couldn't find me listed. Finally, she checked my future appointments and discovered that my actual appointment for physical therapy was for NEXT Wednesday.
So, I am a dumb ass, apparently. LOL.
I had three prescription refills to pick up, so I went and took care of that. I picked up a few random groceries--some sandwich meat from the deli, another package of Kaiser rolls, a can of raspberry pie filling for a recipe I want to try. I bought a bag of miniature marshmallows as I have three more box mixes of brownies and I want to try adding marshmallows to the batter along with nuts and chocolate chips to see if that improves the quality.
I went through the drive through of Culvers and got a strawberry-mango cooler (which was very refreshing) and a grilled chicken sandwich.
When I pulled into the parking lot, there was a rather scruffy looking guy sitting next to a bush in one of the green areas of the parking lot--he had a beautiful, large German shepherd dog sitting in front of him. There was a monster-sized back pack behind him that he was leaning against and two or three white garbage bags of what appeared to be cans piled up beside him. He was petting and scratching the dog which was gazing into his face with adoration.
I instantly had a feeling of concern for the man and the dog. The guy looked like he was somewhere in his mid-twenties, longish hair, not very clean. Our eyes met, and I waved at him, and he gave me a peace sign. There were a lot of other cars around, so I didn't do anything else--he didn't have a sign of any kind. Usually if someone is sitting there like that, they have a sign that says something along the lines of "Hungry/Homeless--Please Help." Nothing like that.
After I got out of the Culver's drive through, I drove by them again--the guy looked hot and more anxious than he had before. There were no other cars at this time, and I gave serious thought to stopping and asking if he was okay--if he needed help. Truthfully, I was more concerned about the dog than him--it was a big dog and very skinny. I had considered buying dog food while I was in the store for the dog--but I thought that might be stupid. I don't know. I don't know this guy's story.
Ultimately, I didn't do anything, and I have felt vaguely guilty and sad about it ever since. I wish I had just asked him if he was okay--if he needed anything. I would have happily bought the dog some food--and him as well.
He may have just been waiting for a ride after doing parking lot clean up for community service or something. Hard to say. I just feel like I didn't pass some kind of humanity test that I should have passed.
Anyhow--I came home. Caleb came over and carried in my groceries. He carried the heavy garbage out to the garbage bin, so that was a blessing. It would have been hard for me to get it out of the house and into the bin. It was very heavy. He hung out and chatted a while and had an ice cream bar.
When Caleb left, I put away the stuff and started going through a bunch of catalogs and junk mail that had been piling up on the table. I made a sandwich for my supper--roast beef and cheese on a Kaiser roll with pickles, miracle whip, and catsup with some olives on the side. They were really large, tasty green olives.
I sewed a little before going to bed. The cats were really annoying--they didn't want to leave me alone. Little pests. I suppose they missed their momma.
So, I got up and took a pleasant shower, letting the hot water pound on my sore shoulder, loosening it up a little. I drove to Kasson in a moderately heavy rain, a trip that takes nearly an hour. I was overjoyed to get a great parking space--the closest you can get to the door of the clinic without illegally parking in the turn-around space. When I checked in at the desk, the lady couldn't find me listed. Finally, she checked my future appointments and discovered that my actual appointment for physical therapy was for NEXT Wednesday.
So, I am a dumb ass, apparently. LOL.
I had three prescription refills to pick up, so I went and took care of that. I picked up a few random groceries--some sandwich meat from the deli, another package of Kaiser rolls, a can of raspberry pie filling for a recipe I want to try. I bought a bag of miniature marshmallows as I have three more box mixes of brownies and I want to try adding marshmallows to the batter along with nuts and chocolate chips to see if that improves the quality.
I went through the drive through of Culvers and got a strawberry-mango cooler (which was very refreshing) and a grilled chicken sandwich.
When I pulled into the parking lot, there was a rather scruffy looking guy sitting next to a bush in one of the green areas of the parking lot--he had a beautiful, large German shepherd dog sitting in front of him. There was a monster-sized back pack behind him that he was leaning against and two or three white garbage bags of what appeared to be cans piled up beside him. He was petting and scratching the dog which was gazing into his face with adoration.
I instantly had a feeling of concern for the man and the dog. The guy looked like he was somewhere in his mid-twenties, longish hair, not very clean. Our eyes met, and I waved at him, and he gave me a peace sign. There were a lot of other cars around, so I didn't do anything else--he didn't have a sign of any kind. Usually if someone is sitting there like that, they have a sign that says something along the lines of "Hungry/Homeless--Please Help." Nothing like that.
After I got out of the Culver's drive through, I drove by them again--the guy looked hot and more anxious than he had before. There were no other cars at this time, and I gave serious thought to stopping and asking if he was okay--if he needed help. Truthfully, I was more concerned about the dog than him--it was a big dog and very skinny. I had considered buying dog food while I was in the store for the dog--but I thought that might be stupid. I don't know. I don't know this guy's story.
Ultimately, I didn't do anything, and I have felt vaguely guilty and sad about it ever since. I wish I had just asked him if he was okay--if he needed anything. I would have happily bought the dog some food--and him as well.
He may have just been waiting for a ride after doing parking lot clean up for community service or something. Hard to say. I just feel like I didn't pass some kind of humanity test that I should have passed.
Anyhow--I came home. Caleb came over and carried in my groceries. He carried the heavy garbage out to the garbage bin, so that was a blessing. It would have been hard for me to get it out of the house and into the bin. It was very heavy. He hung out and chatted a while and had an ice cream bar.
When Caleb left, I put away the stuff and started going through a bunch of catalogs and junk mail that had been piling up on the table. I made a sandwich for my supper--roast beef and cheese on a Kaiser roll with pickles, miracle whip, and catsup with some olives on the side. They were really large, tasty green olives.
I sewed a little before going to bed. The cats were really annoying--they didn't want to leave me alone. Little pests. I suppose they missed their momma.
