I had the loveliest parking attendant ever the other day. He had a very nice face and he was all ready to help me before I quite knew I was going over to talk to him. He explained where I could and couldnt' park (it really wasn't clear) and then told me, with some rule-breaking glee, that every single parking attendant here would be on holiday between 3pm yesterday and New Year's Eve, so that meant I could park where I like. "Park on double yellows if you're that way inclined," he said. "Nobody's going to do a thing about it."
Ha. I haven't! I did park in a bay without paying. The double yellows here are for good reason.. my car will get mashed by other cars if I park on them. I got my first fine the other day. It was frustrating, but once I realised that I had totally misunderstood the sign, and there was no arguing it, I paid and decided to enjoy it as 'my first ever parking ticket'. I'm not going to keep it or anything. It's already in the bin. But any way to minimise the arse.
These are times of high emotion and of grief. I am alright. The people whose situation it is are 'alright' too, in as far as they can be. It's challenging and very, very sad, but it's also full of love. People step up. Love comes out where normally it might be masked or ignored. If I could go back and change this situation by wanting it with all my might, we wouldn't be here, but since we are, we are finding little blessings and big ones, we are feeding the love, we are celebrating our first parking ticket and giving thanks for all the parking attendants who do their best to make it better for us by letting us in on their secrets. And there are so, so many of them waiting to show the kindness they have, just waiting to be called upon.
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