- Apr 9, 2011
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I was in town clothes, ready to go off to a dental appointment and did not wish to hunt down the slug scissors.
The dental appointment was OK but got over after I should have eaten, and I was in chatty mode, got involved in a conversation with... OK, here's the deal: over my life I have several times fallen across crazy people on their birthday who *really enjoy* talking to me. Today it got me on the wrong bus, so once again I didn't make it down to the farm to take a photo of the new bull.
We all have our roles in life, I guess.
Talking to crazies on buses is a humane act. I remember one old guy on the NYC subway with tears in his eyes because I actually listened to him.
That's what I tell myself: otherwise why would I sent to them on their birthdays, right? But it really messed things up today.
I owe people birthday photos, best go find something to photograph, no? Oh, also: I'm going to Joy Creek Thursday, do you need any Clematis, etc?
I was in town clothes, ready to go off to a dental appointment and did not wish to hunt down the slug scissors.
The dental appointment was OK but got over after I should have eaten, and I was in chatty mode, got involved in a conversation with... OK, here's the deal: over my life I have several times fallen across crazy people on their birthday who *really enjoy* talking to me. Today it got me on the wrong bus, so once again I didn't make it down to the farm to take a photo of the new bull.
We all have our roles in life, I guess.
Talking to crazies on buses is a humane act. I remember one old guy on the NYC subway with tears in his eyes because I actually listened to him.
That's what I tell myself: otherwise why would I sent to them on their birthdays, right? But it really messed things up today.
I owe people birthday photos, best go find something to photograph, no? Oh, also: I'm going to Joy Creek Thursday, do you need any Clematis, etc?