(Also reading up on the idea in your referenced blog) I found it a fascinating idea to specifically spoon out your energy; to take life in measuring cups. I get how that could work, but I have found that while some (chronic and painful) conditions benefit from tempered and moderated activity (don't push yourself over your limits or live to regret it) there will just be some days you are out of spoons before you even started, even when you stuck to your limits yesterday! Unfair! Or just the way the cookie crumbles. Better hoover those crumbs up though, tip out the bag and save them for a meagre day!
Is the moral of this story one for the tram driver? To do less wittering and more accurate driving?
Felt the warm support you gave the elderly man in your research of how much extra effort that misfortunate incident cost him.
Yes, absolutely true @sukhasanasister! Some days the spoons are pretty much non-existent. Or you might have one, and that one spoon is spent on something someone else doesn't even ever think about as an act that 'takes effort'.
Ah, morals... I don't really have one. I just observe and don't really judge. The tram driver didn't mean to get someone in pain, but he did. The Old Man didn't want to curse but he had to get his panic 'out there'. The girls were probably unaware of their privileges but were in their own right to complain.
I just recognized it. So much. Wish I could have helped him but was counting my own spoons...