My buddy, Rita, is 81 years old.She is my neighbor directly across the street.
When I hang with Rita, I feel like I’m home. It’s good having an old school neighbor. They call it as they see it and 99.9% of the time they are right.
She has come to love Kasia in her own way. I love her for that. A few times Rita and I talk about stuff and she has refreshed the common sense in my head.
Meanwhile, I am drinking a hot cup of tea with a miniature cinnamon bun she bought me down from a spot up north that we both enjoy.
Thank God for good friends!
You ever had a morning that started out good?
Then, as an act two, the heavens opened up while trying to get into work as I was on the expressway.
I can not, and I mean, CAN NOT, wait until my last punch in because my chief occupation these days just seems to be shaking my head.Maybe it’s my definition of common sense as opposed to other folks, but again? ***smh*** There are only so many times that you can calm yourself down going,” This time next year….”
Fortunately I get to get out a little earlier today due to a medical appointment: here’s hoping that distance works wonders!