I’ve long believed that the people we meet, we meet for a reason. I especially feel this more since I live in a city at the moment. Why are we only friends with certain people? Why are we not crossing paths with all those who pass by us on a daily basis? Why doesn’t everyone in the world know everyone? Granted I think most of us couldn’t keep 7 billion names straight if we tried, but it is something to ponder.…
About a month or so ago I had an “intervention” of sorts. I met a friend of a friend, who has now become my friend. And she intervened in my life, by talking to me about myself. In many ways it came out casually as talking about other things and then it came to the point of talking about what is going on with me and with my life. The conversation made me very uncomfortable.…
Is hospital beds suck. I have never been a patient before and the fact my back, ass, hips and leg hurt for days because of a terrible bed doesn’t sit well with me. Comfier beds would be a great improvement.
Hospitalized grannies are very talkative and entertaining. I have been staying with four of them, one doesn’t speak but nods her head yes or no and smiles. One of the grannies talks a lot to the other granny ‘the room leader'[she has been in the room the longest]. And the other granny is soft spoken and doesn’t talk much.
One of the teacher’s at my school wheeled me to the lobby for a change of scenery where a bunch of grannies were sitting and I felt like the highlight of their day, they started yammering at me. Lots of compliments, questions, and wanting to introduce me to a golf teacher. Thanks granny, I will pass.