Monday, January 9, 2012

Thank you Joyce!

During these, the doldrums that can be these chilly winter months, I take a deep breath before each shift knowing that luck and especial circumstance can and will make all of the difference, making or breaking a day or weekend.  January and February and March have traditionally been down months, a time when many of the foreign-born drivers return home for a two or three month hiatus, only to return in April or May to concentrate on the "cruise ship" months to make and take the relatively easy money.  Approaching then these the uncertain months with a cautious trepidation is I have found to be a beneficial route, and sometimes a Joyce will appear altering the bare landscape into a brief Spring, the crocus pressing upward through uncooperative soil.  Joyce appeared, or more correctly, reappeared in the West Seattle Admiral Junction, after moving to a very exclusive assisted-living facility.  I last saw see at her condominiums near Alki Beach, remembering her for an unusual generosity.  Though her state of health has changed, her kindness has remained consistent.

On a Saturday morning I took her to Belltown for a hair appointment.  $19.50 turned into $39.50.  The rebound which included a grocery store stop became $30.00 & $30.00 equaling $60.00.  She said she might call me on the morrow for some shorter jaunts.

A vibrant lady, age of eighty, had suddenly and unexpectedly passed, shocking the enclosed community that is the facility.  Her daughter had flown in from Berlin and Joyce, and another resident, Richard, needed to reach the Sunday occasion that was a celebration of this woman's life.  Down the street was $7.00 becoming $30.00.  The resulting $6.00 in return translated into $26.00.

Talking to her who can not be named I voiced a concern that Joyce might be early onset of something and I remained concerned that cognizance was an issue. But upon the Belltown return I understood that a mild eccentricity was not dementia.  So I accept Joyce as good fortune and welcome her calls as I never know what the taxi winter winds might bring.

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