Today is a day when I wish the world were flat and I could just walk off the edge and float away.
It’s been a trying and emotional week, disappointment in people and things happening. Though there is good news about my father-in-law–if cancer holds good news at all–that he is holding his own and resigned to staying at the health care facility. I hate it, but I just couldn’t handle taking care of him now, dress him and clean up after him, and watch him die slowly. Been there, done that. Memory still too fresh to face it fearlessly again.
In the midst of dreams and ambitions dashed to all hell, the estate monster roars back with the same evil tales of greed and incompetence and lawyers who can’t read a simple will.
I cannot for the life of me understand such a huge difference in human perception of justice–on all fronts. I’ve usually been a questioning but rather trusting soul but even coming face to face with deception on a rare basis, the lesson learned is always forgotten. It just seems that I’m operating on a different plane, some parallel but unjoined space of time, than the people around me. Even a customer who came in today made me drag out forty samples of a 1-1/2" gold frame, decided to go to another framer to see more, expected me to offer to get more samples for her because she drove so far from West Hartford (all of twenty minutes, in her BMW) out here (she’s done this before to me, so I know the silly games she plays). She’d also brought in a minor repair which I did then and there for her at no charge. Then she farted and left.
That’s what my world is like this week. People fart and leave.
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OMG Susan, she FARTED!??? So much for her and her highfalutin Beemer. It’s more like highflatulence. 😉
Yep, Cindy, she did!
Which is fine; it happens sometimes. Except there were only the three of us women in there, and some acknowledgement of its obviousness could have been easily made.