Some thoughts from me while it’s still Monday in my part of the world!
a) Does this ever happen to you? Twice now I’ve been in a restaurant where there is just one person who has the type of voice that carries so loudly and clearly that I can hear every word they are saying as if they were at my table. And they’re not even sitting that close to me.
All the other 50 or 60 people’s voices are normal. I mean, I know there are conversations at each table, but nothing that interferes with the conversation at our table. It drives me bonkers because I just cannot tune out that one voice and I really, really don’t care about the details of their life/recipe/school/shopping trip/work/whatever! Do people really not realize how loud they are speaking?
b) I apparently give off some vibes that make me seem approachable. Relative strangers tell me personal things. All the time. The gym where I go to work out early in the day has a wide variety of people from young adults to older couples. This very nice older Indian woman has been talking to me for a few weeks now as we’re there at the same time most days. Her oldest daughter is in her late 30s and lives in a western state. She is either divorced or never married, but has at least one son who is a teenager.
The problem is she hits up her older parents who are retired for money all the time. It sounds like they’ve sent her literally thousands of dollars over the years. The latest story is that the daughter lost her job because of the heat wave and she became dehydrated and had to spend time in the hospital. Now, I don’t think that would actually happen because I’m pretty sure you can’t fire someone for having to miss work while in the hospital, but these parents don’t want to believe their daughter might be lying to them.
She tells them she won’t move back with them, they can’t visit her because it’s never a good time, but if they don’t continue to send money they will come back in the next life as cockroaches. The cockroach thing seems to bother my new friend a lot as she’s mentioned it to me more than once.
I gently suggested they go out and surprise her anyway, talk to a counselor here for some advice or pull a tough love move and tell her, sorry, they can’t afford to send her anything more. I get how easy it is to feel guilty, especially as a parent, but it sounds like the daughter is a master manipulator and I’m out of ideas.
c) I’m trying to get back to writing fiction, but it’s been very difficult for me to be creative lately. I’m just not motivated and nothing comes to mind that seems worth writing. I’m still hoping for that inspiration to just hit me!
d) The weather here is so gorgeous for the middle of August. It’s low eighties, sunny, breezy — and I think I’ll just go outside…