A good tired

I have been burning my candle at both ends and in the middle. But the results are good. However, I am going to take some time to have a proper rest after I complete the bulk of the things that I am doing now. I exercise in the morning and today I waited for a lady I met yesterday who looked at my weights and mentioned that she needs a pair but has lost her job. I offered her a pair that I have. The mornings are moments when I can have some me time. But after not walking for almost a year, I am still trying to find a new routine for myself. What I was doing before has changed. I am fortunate that there are many choices for walking. I was out today, and despite covid-19, people are bustling about, all masked. My eyes settled on one or two vendors as the bus I took stopped to let off passengers. One young man was especially admirable as hehad a very neat cart with a huge canvas umbrella. From my vntage point I saw that he had a folding chair under his neat table. He was selling three types of cut up fruit, also preserved mango. If I were stopping off at that location I would have given him a sale. There was also a man selling DVD's. I thought that that was definitely a think of the past. They all looked like washed out photography from my perspective. What a windy day it was today. There is a combination of quiet and selective sounds in our covid world. The teenagers you see on the road in their uniforms no longer congregate in boisterous bunches. Taxi drivers line up to get your attention and pull off with three people and not the usual four. I notice that more and more vendors are selling a variety of fruit, and vegetables. The prices are also good. A store I used to buy tee-shirts and soft shorts from has been replaced by a licore store. That was unexpected. Some large banks have closed extra branches, and people wait outside main ones, socially distanced. The groceries are doing a brisk trade. We hear the sound of one plane from time to time, such a surprise to the system that it is marked in ones thoughts as having happened. Someone is building a house in the mountain nearby, and watching the red soil is a shock, as it is easy to believe that life as we know it has changed so much that such things are just not happening. Yet, today I saw new cars on the road. It is such irony to be living is such contrasts as the world says one thing, gevernment says another and life is as always, doing what it does.