Aloneness, frustration or personality issue?

I guess I have been my own boss for too many years--for ten years as a preschool teacher and six or so as an elementary teacher.  And now, I am all alone at the floral shop three days a week.  So one could say that for most of my life, I have been alone.  And I have decided, that I will refrain from situations that cause disruption in my life and seek out company that I enjoy.  There is no sense in exposing myself to so much conflict that I want to pull my hair out!  Communication is difficult because the person speaking uses words and the listener attempts to hear and understand the message.  And there are so many ways that the message can be misconstrued.  And perhaps the conversationalists will have to agree to disagree, because they both have their opinions and "never the twain shall meet." This is why I enjoy the occasional encounter where I am "on the same wavelength" with another person.   I, and the person I am speaking with, leave the conversation with  a feeling of connectedness.   Perhaps I live too much "in my head" so to speak, in the fictional world of my writing  Or maybe it is just a personality issue or frustration?  I don't know.

Parent Orientation

It doesn't appear to be cost effective to repair my android tablet and keyboard dock.  I am waiting for a price quote on repair on the tablet only.  The port on the tablet is the problem, so if I have it repaired will it solve the problem?  I did not backup my photos on a flash drive, so I would lose them. 

I am currently writing two stories.  I have been working on a love story about a 60 year old woman who moves to another state to pursue a relationship with a man about her age.  I enjoy Carolina and Rafael.  In the novel, they have just rebuilt a stable that burned down when a tree caught a power line and landed on the stable roof.  At the same time I have written the first chapter or so about a woman, Sue Lynn, who celebrated her 60th birthday.  While living her real life, she has decided to write the story of her life as she wished it would have been.

Yesterday, my husband and I drove about 50 miles to attend parent orientation at the university.  It was well organized--muffins, donuts and coffee to start, welcomes from the university and the city, talks on study abroad, class schedules, billing, finances.  We missed the afternoon session because we met with a financial advisor.  We were there so long we got a parking ticket.  Also, I got a call from my mother's home aide.  My father had understood that I was coming over to cover the gap between aides.  Of course I couldn't because I was out of town, so my mother's aide stayed late.