Journey On (To the Laundromat)

I'm listening to Journey's Greatest Hits on uTube for some unfathomable reason this Saturday morning... I've never listened to them on purpose, but they were on the radio all the time when I was a young adult.
Is it something about the change of season? And how I've been feeling a touch impatient and out of alignment?
Rock-n-roll in the face of death!

Not only did Auntie Vi die two weeks ago, but a regular at the store who has become a friend, I'll call her Billie, recently found out she has cancer, with probably only months to live. She's a few years younger than me.

Billie's going to be starting hospice at home.
She's cleaning out her apartment in preparation--wants to simplify, she said. She lives near the store, so I volunteered to help with practical things like cleaning and packing.

(She insists on paying me. I'd said I'd do it for nothing, but it is nice to be paid for hard work--good boundaries. I told her if she needs money later, I would insist on giving it back!)

Yesterday I took her blankets (too big for the apartment building's washing machines) to the laundromat down the street.
With nothing to read, I took photos of the laundry tumbling.
I added this quote from Paolo Coelho:
"The world is changed by your example, not by your opinion."
(I've never read Paolo Coelho, but I met lots of Brazilians walking the Camino because of his book about the pilgrimage.)

Obviously our opinions do matter. But the older I get, the more I see actions (examples) as the flowering, seed-producing fruits.

I'm tired of people complaining and not doing something. Any. little. thing. (I hear a lot of that.) I'm impatient with it, and with myself too:

Do your life's laundry!