Blessings. That's what I have to remember about today.
Have you ever done errands around the neighborhood in your car, maybe gone to your favorite grocery store just because you like how it feels inside? I love going to places like Whole Foods or Trader Joes or Borders, not exactly because I have to get food or books necessarily, but because it's just so nice to walk around the store.. I guess this is marketing at its best:) But ever errands like going to the bank or post office aren't too brutal of an experience, that is, mostly.
Today I had 3 errands: mail a letter to Beth (yes, you!), deposit the next 4 months of spending money in the bank (hopefully we don't spend more than that in the next 4 months!) and get a few groceries. The difference between what an American may imagine these experiences to be and what they actually are all depend on your view of what a line should be. I don't know what in the Chinese system beside mass amounts of people and authoritarian rule made the concepts of waiting in line such a foreign idea. But, as I waited at the post office, I was cut in front of 4 times. I was thankful for the "pick your number" system at the bank, as it assured that who came first goes to the counter first, and guards to watch you and make sure your slip of paper has the right numbers on it.
The grocery store is a different story all together. Knowing I had a few heavy items (OJ, dish detergent, fabric softener, yoghurt) to pick up, I was hoping for a shopping cart. For some reason, there were none to be found on the first floor. I went to the second floor, seeing if there were any up there (note, to get back to the first floor, one must go through the entire store and ride a slow escalator down), and found nothing. I asked a clerk and it seemed as if she went off on a mission to find one for me as my hands were already full. I followed behind her to the opposite end of the store and she turned around and asked me what I wanted... "um, a cart?"
"meiyou" was her reply. Apparrently my instincts of thinking someone working at the store would be helpful. Wrongo.
I did find a basket however, and began picking up things for the day. And just when I was thinking "oh, this is getting rather heavy" I looked up and spotted it... an abandonned cart in my isle-- too good to be true. Seriously, even though through out the rest of the shopping experience 4 different loud music/talking noise blasted my eardrums, I was thankful for a cart.
Then began the bike home with groceries in my basket and on my back... at this point my bladder was overful and the baby decided to practice tap dancing. I've discovered mountain biking with groceries through traffic is enough of a challenge, but doing it while feeling rather off balance and navigating through cars who don't mind traffic lights (again, the absense of a line mentality), I was quite frustrated.
However, as soon as I got home, I met 3 wonderful young gentlemen (also known as my students) who offered me hot cocoa and to carry my groceries up 5 flights of steps. God bless em! That was another really thankful moment. When I got in the door I discovered that my ayi had gone out, noticing that things were low in the house and had herself bought everything I had already! Oh man.... well, as least I know I'm being taken care of, and blessed to boot.