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My environment is worlds better than living on Bagram Airbase. No matter what aspect I look at: my bed is more comfortable (and not a sleeping bag); I have much better food (Miriam has been cooking dinner); the company is sooo much better (and all related to me); there is a cat.
But the sameness is there…the same things at same time. The circumscribed route which is pretty much inside the house. Bedroom, kitchen, dining room, living room. And around.
And going outside the wire? Excuse me, leaving the house. That is fraught with decision making and risk assessment. Where am I going? Why am I going? What route? When will I be back? Should I maximize my route for safety, efficiency, or people avoidance? Priorities…
All of this came up because Miriam needed to “go to work” which apparently has the designated location of her older sister’s second bedroom. Which is in Richmond. (California, not Virginia). Planning takes the route past the local Peet’s so that she can bribe her sister with a latte while drinking her own chai latte.
All of this leads me to not having my own coffee. So I stop on the way back. And the guy at the door looks at me and say – Holly, your order will be up in a minute.
And I hadn’t even had a chance to say hello….
Maybe the paranoid have a slightly higher survival chance than the cautious, but they don’t get a Peet’s coffee, which again is something special and not just routine.
Hang in there, this too shall pass.
True that!
When my husband was in grad school, we went to a Chinese restaurant and had their special, which was the cheapest thing on the menu, same thing every time. When we brought in our daughter shortly after her birth, they had a baby of their own about the same age. So we exchanged babies for a while, cooing and loving both of them. That time we asked for the deluxe special, and they were so used to us we received our regular meal. Which was fine, but a bit startling.
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