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?
Mom said he had a peaceful night last night. She has Marie from Haiti on nights still, and “Katherine” on days. The fact that she’s emailing every day shows that things have calmed down a lot.
We’ve either got thunder or large construction equipment.
Umm..
I've made it a point to avoid that for many many decades... ;-)