I like this word. The wonderful St. James's Cambridge MA parishioner Anne R used it when she was the very able editor of the parish newsletter.
A Swedish woman, with the improbable Nordic name of ":Randi" lives in the nearby Glen Oaks Garden Condominiums. She is a total sweetheart and we have gentle conversations when we meet on our walks.
In the old fashioned way I bow to her and she curtsies to me.
I have not seen Randi for many months. This gives me cause for concern, and I worry lest she is sick or has passed from this life.
"Trouble is" that I do not know her last name, and that she lives in a development which has five three storey buildings with a total of at least 150 units - thus making it improbable that I could track her down.
I hope that she is in good health and that we will encounter each other ere long.
I had a lovely 'phone chat with a dear Pittsfield MA friend - (Gwen Sears) - today. Gwen is a Deacon in the Episcopal Church. Her ministry has been a means of blessing to scores and scores of people.
We mentioned another Pittsfield friend - a good woman who sadly views all of life through negative lenses.
I told Gwen that I would take some time to telephone this woman, and added that "a 'phone call to x is no
more interesting than having an enema" Gwen knew exactly what I meant.
I have a fabulous Primary Care Physician, Dr. Kristen P. She "knows her onions". I respect her greatly. "So why" I ask "do I revert to being a young boy who is desperately anxious to please his mother when I have a consultation with this fabulous Doctor?".
I make notes each evening about the "important" (ahem) matters I have to take care of next morning. Is this an "age thing" or is it "normal"?