Chit Chat
So you like to talk on the phone with your friends, even if you don't have anything to say?
Do you sometimes think that nothing is particularly important?
Well, that's how I often feel. That nothing is truly important. Many things occupy my mind, but they are really meaningless. And when women (especially women) get together and chat, it's usually about a bunch of nothing.
Late last week a friend, L, called and left a message. I forgot to return her call. So today she leaves a 'frantic' "are you alright?" message which had me rolling my eyes. I finally relented and called her back, and she didn't have anything new to add to our last conversation, except that she planted five more primroses in some pots her landlady had left behind. Actually, planting some primroses sounds nice - still, it doesn't make for the most interesting conversation.
Also, she is living on a tighter budget than I am (which is plenty tight), and she keeps telling me about what she owes, yet she keeps going shopping at the thrift stores. I just don't get it. I don't! And I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to tell her how to budget her money, and I don't want to hear her tell me how if I just got out and walked more, I would walk better.
That was one of the reasons I had wanted her to move in with us -- so I could get out more, but since she decided to move to Sequim instead, my plans for rejoining the Y and getting out more were thwarted. Maybe one day DSHS will change their (collective) mind and give me a caregiver. But until then, I am pretty much on my own.
I'm in a pissy mood today, have you noticed?
Good Night, TTYL, and Be Well,
Do you sometimes think that nothing is particularly important?
Well, that's how I often feel. That nothing is truly important. Many things occupy my mind, but they are really meaningless. And when women (especially women) get together and chat, it's usually about a bunch of nothing.
Late last week a friend, L, called and left a message. I forgot to return her call. So today she leaves a 'frantic' "are you alright?" message which had me rolling my eyes. I finally relented and called her back, and she didn't have anything new to add to our last conversation, except that she planted five more primroses in some pots her landlady had left behind. Actually, planting some primroses sounds nice - still, it doesn't make for the most interesting conversation.
Also, she is living on a tighter budget than I am (which is plenty tight), and she keeps telling me about what she owes, yet she keeps going shopping at the thrift stores. I just don't get it. I don't! And I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to tell her how to budget her money, and I don't want to hear her tell me how if I just got out and walked more, I would walk better.
That was one of the reasons I had wanted her to move in with us -- so I could get out more, but since she decided to move to Sequim instead, my plans for rejoining the Y and getting out more were thwarted. Maybe one day DSHS will change their (collective) mind and give me a caregiver. But until then, I am pretty much on my own.
I'm in a pissy mood today, have you noticed?
Good Night, TTYL, and Be Well,
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