I’ve been spending the past few days getting to know my neighbor across the hall, Myra. We watch football, Monk, Law&Order, etc. together on her TV (mine’s larger but she has cable), and she has planned Thanksgiving Dinner for half the people in the apartment building and some other friends of hers. Terrific lady, and she’s only interested in me as a friend (she has a 20-year relationship with a guy who lives down in Clemson, SC).
Today was a bit of a bummer, but nothing compared to what I’ve been going through. Worst thing that happened is that ever college football team I was rooting for lost. I can live through that. Especially since I don’t bet… LOL.
I also got to see Frankie for a few minutes, and gave her the rest of the stuff she had stored here. I didn’t get to go to lunch with her, since Myra had just left me in charge of her apartment as she went to the store for something. It was OK though, and awfully good to see her. I’m still reading to her… an 11-book series, and we’re on something like Chapter 22 of the second book. I haven’t seen her for at least a month, and haven’t seen much of her for almost 6 months, due to her health problems.
I talked to my Mom on the phone for about 45 minutes, then called Frankie and talked to her, then read a couple chapters.
One of my friends says she keeps calling me because “you have the sexiest voice in the world.” Frankie confirms that she used to think that, too, but has gotten past that…. now it’s just the most comforting voice in the world. My reading to her both is nice for what we’re doing together and what we’re reading but also to help her get to sleep.
Guess that’s about it for now. I might find something to do tomorrow other than watching the Panthers game.
Hugs,
Me
Hi. You were on my head all day a few days ago. I couldn’t get over here then to see how you were but now that I am it seems you are feeling alright.
That sounds nice you reading to a friend. I just started doing that again with my children (14 and 11). We take turns reading chapters out loud but sometimes they just want for me to read. It’s a fun thing to do together. They anchor me. Being a good Mom to them is the only time I feel normal – whatever that is.
Anyway. Take it easy, Moss.