Here's more whining I thought of today: Why does our realtor, after showing us a house, start his pickup truck engine remotely as though to tell us the visit is over? It's not like we talk and talk and take up his time. It's rude.
Why did I have so many malapropisms while my sister was visiting the last week (like saying flush when I meant to say fluff)? Perhaps early Alzheimer's or some other yet unidentified dementia? The visit was stressful at times and maybe when I'm stressed, the blood flow to my brain diminishes? How long can I use the excuse that I need more sleep (true)? I wish I had a crystal ball to see how my brain will age!
Regarding neighbor's work buddies, family or whoever they were yesterday evening, they weren't so much saying F-U as F-ING this and F-ING that. Unpleasant in either case. What was she thinking?
Also regarding the grousing session at neighbor's, to hear them complain about their co-workers makes me realize that no one ever really knows for sure if someone likes them or can't abide them. We're all two-faced in our fashion!
I wonder if homeless people become homeless to escape the million little irritations involved in maintaining a home? There is so much in homeownership that I could do without. Why does shelter have to be so complicated?
Grandson is here for a sleepover. Right now he's watching Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds with husband. His Mom and step-Dad are at a concert.
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