Last night, I made the decision to start seeing a chiropractor. I know of one near where I work, but I wanted to establish care with one close to home. I was sure there must be some in my neighborhood, but I didn’t know where they would be.
I did a search on Google Maps, and found two chiropractors in my neighborhood. The first one shocked me. It was a place I’ve been walking past for years. I walk past it at least twice a week. Its sign has appeared in photographs I’ve taken of the neighborhood. I’ve seen it and not really seen it.
The location of that first office was better for me than the second one. Unfortunately, it’s open only on Monday and Tuesday, Wednesday morning, and Thursday and Friday. I’d have to take a lot of sick leave from work if I started going there. The second one opens at 8:00 on Saturdays, and stays open late on weekday evenings.
I woke up this morning a little before 8:00. I took a quick shower (in case they could see me right away) and then called that second chiropractor. The phone rang and rang, and then a recording told me that they were closed for the three-day weekend, and would be open on Tuesday. I sent an online message, asking that they contact me, and then I went back to bed.
Meanwhile, we could hear trees being cut, somewhere down the street. It continued for most of the morning. We couldn’t see what was going on, but we both hoped it was tree limbs being cut back, and not trees being cut down. There are a lot of very old trees in our neighborhood.
We took a walk up to the library this afternoon. We walked past the tree work site. The workers had finished, and had left. No trees were missing.