Some people are here to be a bad example. Or allow us to practice patience. Or dust the ceiling fans. Or something.
I worked on some cards. Soon it will be time to get Kathleen up. Maybe it will be dry enough for her to go to the playground.
I was just out at the remada catching up on the gossip. One older lady fell on her face again (her legs are weak from being in a scooter for so long) and another had a stroke. They are next door neighbors. I don’t know what’s going to happen with either of them, since I was too cold to stay.
I try to recall a Lakota proverb when dealing with ugly people: “Let the wind blow through you.” Followed almost immediately by, “Life is too short to dance with ugly men.”
Between the two, I manage to keep a fairly even keel...except for inconvenient surprises...
What is the latest on your dad?
Some people are like Slinkys. They're not good for anything but it's still fun to push them down the stairs.
Or is that an un-Christlike thought?