It makes total sense for their business, but it’s new to me: I just learned that Amazon has a dollar threshold for returns. Under some amount, they just say this:
There are reasons to not love Amazon, and other political factors in their favor (in my book), and I will continue to track them (or check in as Sally tracks them), and then there are things like this don’t bother to return policy, which is awesome.
I will donate the bamboo knitting needles to the Dana-Farber Caps for Kids program.
I just learned that, starting now, ID is required to vote in my town and my state.
I love to vote. Nothing makes me feel more patriotic than the entire process of voting. I love seeing candidates and supporters from my party holding signs on the corner of the parking lot. I also love seeing candidates and supporters from the other party on the other corner. I feel a solidarity with these dedicated citizens, standing out in the rain and cold (or like today in the gorgeous clear fall air) for their beliefs, no matter which corner they have picked.
I just love voting.
I can’t help wondering what problem we are solving with this new law. Is there a problem in New Hampshire with voter fraud? All I can think of is this clip, specifically the interview with Deirdre MacNab, from my most trusted source of news and information: Florida’s Voter Registration Law
Our law is different and much more mainstream, but I have the same questions.
I have been learning things from Maddy, my mother-in-law, for over 30 years.
Lately she’s been teaching me about what I want to call “micro-gratitude”: being grateful for the very smallest things in life.
Many things are hard for Maddy right now: getting out a chair, walking across the room, keeping track of the round-the-clock caretakers, and worrying about whether we really did close the windows. But through all this, she continues to be deeply grateful for the feeling of warm water when she washes her hands.
Every time I turn on the water for her, she says “Oh thank you!” as if I had just given her a long-awaited gift. Without fail, she tells me how wonderful it feels. She luxuriates in the clear warm water and the ritual of washing.
I try to be grateful every day, but I tend to think of the big things, always starting with the health of my loved ones. Maddy is teaching me that there is plenty of gratitude to go around for the little things, some of it as close as the nearest faucet.
Hi! I’m back! Over the next few days, I will be posting some of the many lessons I have learned lately.
One of the biggest ones that I have re-re-re-learned is this: Just do it, take that single step to get back on track. For a career procrastinator*, this is the biggest challenge of all: once I fall behind, it gets harder and harder to catch up.
In my freshman year in college, I met a boy who skipped class for a week. I was astounded. How could anyone do that? Later, I learned that you do it by skipping just one class, for whatever good reason. Then just one more. Very quickly, it gets harder to go back – there is work to make up and there is work to even find out the work to make up. Procrastination feeds on itself, and before you know it, you are sitting on the sorority house roof drinking beer with your friends the day before finals and confessing that you haven’t been to a class since mid-Terms. OK that wasn’t me, but I was there and you get the idea.
I’ve learned lots of lessons lately. And now that I’m back, without making up any excuses or inventing tragedies that have befallen imaginary grandparents (you know who you are and don’t worry you clearly turned out responsible and honest), I’ll be finding those scraps of paper and posting A LESSON A DAY until I run out of material.
I will try to post this near the date when I learned it. If you are getting this via email (you smart person!) you’re all set. If you have stumbled on on in the blog, you’ll need to browse back through time to find new entries and anyway you should subscribe now!
Thanks for hanging in with me!
* In 1980, I sent for an application to the Procrastinators Club of America. They were a real organization, based in Philadelphia, and had trips like the one to England to complain about the crack in the Liberty Bell “It’s about time someone did something about this” they said at the time. I still have that paper application (really) because I didn’t want to rush it and not qualify.