Right now Joe is busily packing suitcases and organizing all our stuff. I am catching up on work emails and finishing something that has today as a deadline. After today's lecture we head to another hotel in a different city. It's part of the routine of travel. I know to stay out of Joe's way, he's pleased that I'm distracted and not 'helping' him with suggestions. We're a well oiled machine.
After work yesterday we stopped at Safeway to pick up something to microwave for dinner. Our room has a tiny fridge and a tiny microwave and we like to make use of it. While in line I noticed that there was a sign up by the till. It wasn't for customers it was for staff. It said, "This till is the first to open and the last to close." Underneath the words was a little wheelchair symbol. I told that staff that I appreciated that the store thought about it, that it was nice that they actually structured accessibility. I mentioned that I was frustrated by going into stores where all the tills are open except the accessible one.
The clerk thanked me, he said, 'I don't think it's nice so much as it makes sense.'
And he's right of course.
It does make sense.
But then ... isn't it nice for something to make sense every now and them.
Oh .. oh ... it's time for Joe to pack up the computer. It's the last thing to be packed because it keeps me tucked away and busy (and quite) as Joe does what he needs to do. I see that the suitcases are all stacked and ready to go out to the car. I see that the room is all straightened out (Joe doesn't want the cleaning staff to think we were messy) and I see I'm next to go. So, the computer stays open until the very last, it's nice for me, but it's also what make sense.
Well, three more lectures, three more sleeps, and we'll be home!!