Yes, cancer is terrible. I’m glad Carol gets to go out, at least.
Being upset when someone says, “No, thank you,” to an invitation is inhospitable. The whole point is to be of service to the guest.
She’s happy for that little bit of change in her life. She decided against treatment, and prefers to let the cancer just consume her. I think I’d choose that, as well.
Yeah, I told them I didn’t think I could sit for two hours in a theater seat and her response was, “OK. I understand. I hope it gets better soon.” Not even, “Is there anything we can do to help you?” Or, “Can we bring you a meal?”
That’s OK. I just keep thinking about how I’m going to explain my actions to Jesus. It’s not looking good!
The A/C guy came and went but the heat just kept inching up. So when it got up to 80° I shut the thing off as a bad job and sent a text to the manager. Who, being from Puerto Rico, is celebrating America’s Independence, today.
Carol called again. She talked longer this time and seemed in a much better mood.
I put my notice in when I paid the rent, so I have no clue when this thing will get fixed. Hopefully, she’ll be on top of it because she has to. Else I might find an Elder Abuse hotline and stir things up a little.
Another thing to delay the packing. No one can do it in this heat.