It's 49 and wet out there. Sky gray. It's not supposed to get much warmer today. I haven't checked the weather yet.
But I had a woman yesterday, while I was handing her her package, lament that it was the last nice day. A few other people echoed the same thing.
I never know what to say in those instances. I just said it was that time of year. I have a hard time complaining about weather. There is absolutely nothing I can do about it.
I did check when the October Full Moon will be. That's tomorrow.
The other day, when I stopped in at my mom's on the route, she mentioned that a guy she used to work with was killed that morning in a car accident. She retired a year ago.
It was on the same highway I deliver mail on. I am assuming he was on his way to work.
She mentioned his first name. Didn't know his last. I had no idea who it might've been.
She said a lot of people at work took him as always grumpy. But she said once you got to know him he was really a nice guy. He told her one time that she was, to quote her, "one of the hardest working women he knew. "
She takes pride in that.
I got on with my day. Finished the route and such. Didn't think much of the news.
That evening I got on Facebook. It showed me a local post about him. I recognized the name. Here I have been delivering mail to him and his family for years.
I couldn't put a face to his name. I don't think I have ever met him.
This happens a lot. Whenever the opportunity presents itself I will read the local obituaries. My Grandma still gets a newspaper. I learn about customers I have delivered mail to for years.
I listen to a lot of podcasts by important people. And I have read a few books by important people with big ideas and influence.
Yet it's always good to hear how common people listen to a friend, family member, or coworker and touch them in a way they will remember.
My 70 year old mother was grateful for it.
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