When I grow up

I have a friend who is older than me. Almost, but not quite old enough to be my mother. She is a good friend and she is what I want to be like when I grow up.
She lets nothing stop her. She lives alone, takes care of everything and probably in better health than most people half her age.
Today we walked over to the supermarket, they were having a senior discount day and I needed a few things. We are there almost daily and know most of the workers. As we were leaving we ran into the manager. We stopped to talk to him for a few minutes. My friend mentioned she was enrolled in another stores senior discount plan. The manager asked her if she ever went to the store.
Her answer, “Only once, there were too many old people there that day.” I thought the manager, who looks to be in his thirties, would fall on the floor laughing.
Yes, I want to be just like her when I grow up.


Sunday Morning

Sunday is usually my favorite day. I make my version of egg mc muffin, with fewer calories and fat. We read the paper, when we walk over to Walgreen to get it. This time of year we watch baseball. About every two weeks Sunday Morning means critique group.

Today I got baseball but that was it, I spent the morning in the emergency room with my husband who was in the worst pain I have ever seen him in.

Had to cancel critique group today and got a friend to take us to the hospital. This good friend also waited in the emergency room for us. This is not the first time he’s done this for us. He drives a lot of people in this complex to appointments. He says he’s retired and has nothing else to do.  All I know is that he is a good friend.

So hubby is home and ready to go to work tomorrow. His pain? Kidney stone. Hopefully he will pass it soon. I know he is feeling better because he blogged about the experience. Everything in his life is a subject for his blog I AM AN AUTHOR I MUST AUTH. I got my egg sandwich, we both did. And Baseball, even if the Red Sox didn’t win. 🙂

Another thing happened today, one of the sweetest people I know passed this afternoon. She was a lady in every way.I have never actually met her, but that didn’t matter.  She was the mother of my best friend and Big Sister and never failed to ask after me or my husband. Even though we never met, I still called her mom. The world is a better place for her being in it and she will be missed by all who knew her.