dad: laur, you’re not going to believe what happened to me.
me: uh, oh.
dad: i went to a meeting about old people falling with the gal downstairs, betty*. wonderful gal, God bless her heart. the meeting was good. did you know when you’re old you can build the muscle you lose back?
dad: the gal who gave the talk, she did a super job. God bless her heart. after the meeting, betty and i got on the elevator and she got off on her floor and i went on to mine. well, i get to my door and my key doesn’t work! i was thinking “what in the sam hell is going on here?” i just locked the door an hour ago. you know, the way they built this place is horrible.
me: you haven’t gotten out tools to make adjustments, have you?
dad; hey, come on, laur. no. there was this maintenance guy in the hallway doing some touch up painting. i said “hey, i can’t get my door open” what a nice guy. he came over and used his key and opened my door. well, i walked in and there was margaret* from the building across the way sitting there! i looked and couldn’t believe my eyes!
me: (laughing to hard to listen)
dad: laur, laur? are you there?
me: i’m here, dad. go ahead.
dad: margaret says to me “what are you doing?” and i say “you’re in my living room!” i look around and realize it wasn’t my living room. i thought “what the hell is going on?” and then i remembered the meeting was in the building across the street!
me: what did margaret say?
dad: well, we both started to laugh and i explained what happened. what a nice gal she is. God bless her. i’ll tell you laur, this growing old is a bitch.
me: you know, dad. you’re not doing too bad for a 90 year old guy. so, did you stay and hang out with margaret?
dad: never you mind.
today i am thankful for ..
- the calm that surrounds me
- beautiful fall colors out my door
- coffee with pumpkin latte creamer
- ( ) this close to a 25 bmi
affectionately yours, Laura
*names changed to protect the innocent