Slowly, slowly I am healing from the loss of my friend. As my boss requested I am not "moping around." My son moped around for months when his love left the store and got another job. But because of that he could truly tell me "I'm sorry." Told me that the cure was sushi! I smiled because that was how I tried to help him, by inviting him to have a plate of sushi. And work colleagues talked to me about folks misrepresenting themselves on text and online. The friendship never developed the way I thought it would anyway. I was expecting helpful suggestions for writing and a book collaboration. I thought he would be forthcoming which he never was. You ask then, why in the world is she so upset? The writing was totally one-sided.
The three dogs and I are holed up in my bedroom. The painters will be working on the front doors and the doors have to remain open to dry and not stick. They are thinking the painting will be finished by noon. I am listening to one unhappy whining puggle.
My husband is not sure what is going on. It looks like he will be released. If so, he says he will not reschedule the procedure. I understand, and since it his condition is asymptomatic, think he's making a good choice.
I am going to my dad's to meet with the home care owner today. Many options and decisions to be made.
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