Don’s long-time friend, Bruce, dropped by to collect our empty cans and bottles. He came in to visit with us and it went well for about 1/2 hr.
Don: I need to go to work.
Kristy: There’s no work for you today?
Bruce: Where do you work?
Don: Over in White City.
Kristy: Are you talking about somewhere near Lake of the Woods?
Don: Yeah.
Kristy: We are in Rockaway on the Pacific Ocean, not a lake.
Don: It’s nearby.
We change the subject and chitchat about something else for a few minutes. Then Don tries to rise from the couch.
Kristy: Are you ready for a nap?
Don: I’m hungry. I will eat and then go to work.
Bruce: How can you work when you are struggling just to get off the couch?
Kristy: Let’s get you some lunch. What do you want?
Bruce leaves, and Don eventually rises from the couch and starts heading for the kitchen. The kitchen is an off-limits area for him now, so, of course, that’s why he gravitates to the kitchen every moment he thinks he can get away with it.
Kristy: Do you want a toasted cheese, ham, or peanut butter sandwich?
Don: I will eat at work. I need to get a ride.
Kristy: Where do you work?
Don: At the local lumber mill. Same place as you do.
Kristy: They called and said they don’t need you today.
Don: What about you?
Kristy: My full-time job is taking care of you. I also have a part-time job operating a bed-and-breakfast. All my work is here at this house.
Don: No, no, that doesn’t count. When do you plan to finish your book?
Kristy: When will you finish thinking that you are going to work?
Doesn’t count? DOESN’T COUNT!
Note to Self: Bless me, Father, for I have sinned with thoughts of inflicting bodily harm on ………….
Comments regarding this journal entry can be submitted to me by using the Contact Blogger form.