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 Another totally unexpected manifestation: 

No arguments, uproars, conflicts, upsets of any kind. Had decided to go to Humane Society to wash dog bowls as community service has to be done soon, and even though the weather forecast was rain and blustery wind and horribleness in general I went and got in two and three-quarters hours, with people (well, one) beginning to recognize me and talk to me and tell me I have a good attitude, which I have to admit I do as washing dog bowls is probably the shittiest (literally) job I could have chosen to do as far as community service goes. 

It's a reminder of working at Jaffe and going in as night manager and finding all the bad sound, foreign language tapes ignored by the day shift waiting for me and transcribing them myself rather than handing them off to the rest of the social misfits staggering in to staff the night shift, except this time I've chosen the job myself rather than being at the mercy of the dreaded day manager.

"Are you sure you want to be here instead of at the thrift shop?" I was asked the first time I turned up, which let me know I wasn't the usual kind of person to show up, although what that might be I have no idea except it's probably not an 80-year old pleasant (?) looking white woman.  

By now (third visit?) I almost know how to work the industrial washing machines and dryers and can rotate back and forth between the laundry room and the sink, sweeping the floors in-between and in general perfectly happy to be warm and left to myself. A twelfth house sun? Who knows? 

And then I managed to get myself to the P.O. to mail a birthday present in time for it to arrive before the birthday, go to Food Basket, drop off the trash and even stop at the mailbox on the way home - more things accomplished in one day than I've managed in more than a year.