2020 April FROM MY
PERSPECTIVE
With the outbreak
of the crono-virus, I guess I was destined to have sickness hit my home. I did everything I could think of to prevent
it, but alas, it was sneaky. I asked the
“doc” to tell me why my computer wasn’t working well. He said, “I’m sorry to say, it’s a virus.”
Her eyebrows were
knit together and there was discernment oozing from her soul as I approached
her. “What’s wrong, Aint Daisy? I’ve not seen that look on your pretty face
for a long, long time.” She shifted her
position and handed me a letter she’d received.
“Just look at that mess on that paper.
Why, I could hardly read it. It’s
so sloppy and the ink is smudged. I
could overlook it if that person had a tremor or something wrong with them, but
they don’t. It’s disgraceful and an
insult to me.” Oh my, she was so
irritated, and it was just a little letter, in my opinion. “Why are you so upset about just a little
letter not looking real good?” I gently
inquired. “Well, it’s this way. When you plan to visit someone you try to
look nice, don’t you? It’s the same way
with writing a letter----you should want it to look nice to the reader. All that mess tells me, ‘You’re not important
enough to write nicely and have a clean presentation.’ I believe that if your signature is on it,
you should make sure it’s as good as it can be if you don’t have a condition to
prevent nice penmanship, and that goes for doing something, too.” I had a lot of food for thought.
“Nobody cares how
much you know until they know how much you care.” Grief…..the dues you pay to care. When my children were little, I occasionally
had to smack their butt. One asked why I
did that. I told them, “Because I care
about you.” Their retort, “Well, do you
have to care so much?” Never ignore
someone who cares for you, because someday you’ll realize you’ve lost a diamond
while you were collecting stones.
My daughter
mentioned on a public forum she was marathon watching J.R.R. Tolkien; however,
she typed “J.R. Tolkien.” A friend told
her, “You forgot an R!” she replied, “I
know he has 2 Rs, but it just seemed a little redundant.”
My son-in-law
asked my daughter if she’d like to have eggs and a bagel for breakfast. She told him she would. He asked what she wanted on her bagel; she
told him, “Cream cheese.” He grumbled,
“Why do you have to be difficult!” It
was very funny to me because when he cooks, it is VERY plain and simple fare,
and he considered cream cheese fancy.
Their cat’s expression was: 0_o as if to say, “Huh?”
During the
pandemic and strong suggestion of, “stay in your home”, someone posted, on
FACEBOOK, a floor plan of a house with the title, “LOOKING AT THE MAP FOR
WEEK-END TRAVEL IDEAS”. I responded
with, “I have a 12 room house. I may
have to pack a lunch.”
A few years ago, I
was to meet my friend, Carole, at a restaurant for lunch. The waiting on each other to arrive at the
restaurant we were waiting was amusing.
Here are our renditions of the wait and the lunch. Enjoy!!!
1. Sat in the parking lot at Biaggi's for 35 minutes, no Trudy.
2. Look for my phone to see if she called, no phone.
3. Drive back home and see 3 calls from Trudy.
4. Call Trudy back, she is at another restaurant that starts
with a B.
5. She thought I was dead and went ahead and ordered
6. I went to the other B restaurant and we had pizza.
7. We talked and Trudy snorted twice.
Here is my version: 1.. Sat in the restaurant for over 60 minutes waiting for Carole.
2. Called her cellphone and her house multiple times (lost count after 3)
3. Started worrying because being this late is not Carole's style (she likes to eat out with friends too much and is usually on time.)
4. 2 gals I didn't know heard me tell the waitress I was waiting for a friend. They finished their pizza's and started to leave.
5. They turned around and asked me where my friend was; I told them I didn't know and was starting to worry.
6. They left; I continued to worry imagining all sort of horror.
7. After not getting an answer to the last phone call to Carole, I ordered my pizza. When it was 1/2 way done, Carole called (she's good at timing at a "point of no return" situation.)
8. She called and asked where I was. I was so relieved I momentarily forgot and had to look at the sign. I told her, "Brienzo's".
9. She told me she was at Biaggi's. I didn't know where that was and thought I was at the right place.
10. She arrived 10 minutes after the call; the pizza arrived 15 minutes after the call.
11. I told her the restaurants were similar in spelling; both had a B, an I, and an S. How could I have been wrong???
12 We laughed a lot, yep, I went for the snort 2 times.
13. We agreed she'd have her phone the next time, and we'd tell where the restaurant was.
I went to the store the other day. I picked up a large package of white paper products. When I got home I checked it and saw that I’d picked paper towels instead of toilet paper. I checked my supply area and found 1.5 more packages of white paper towels. Well, I have a nice supply of those which will probably last me until Christmas since I don’t use paper towels very often. I guess Christmas wrapping paper will be the “quicker picker upper” this year.
I’ve noticed since the “stay home-stay safe” order has been in effect, I have no one calling from India or the Middle East telling me about my vehicle warranty needing some attention. However, I’m getting ready just in case they call. I’m writing my script and learning numbers in archaic, remote lands’ languages. Oh, I’m going to have fun with those callers; they’ll probably hang up on me…...imagine that.
Peace, hugs, and smiles to you-------- Trudy :)
