A tale of two days
THURSDAY Yesterday saw me at the home of my Church friends Jack and Donna for a lovely thanksgiving gathering. We were Jack and Donna, one of Jack's cousins with his partner, my friend Muriel - with her god-daughter Clare (who is English but currently lives in Italy), and me. It was one of those fabulously un-hurried and relaxed meals, with lots of good conversation and laughter. I was happy to have a new audience for some of my old jokes. My next door neighbour is in the hospital, and has been for many weeks. A friend of hers from Detroit is living in the house and doing a great job in disposing of the large amounts of trash and junk in the house, as well as working wonders in the car port area (which used to look like a junk yard). My neighbour is a hoarder. The friend from Detroit is a bit of an odd duck. She has a good heart, but she easily sees and takes offence when none is intended. I knew this woman would be alone for Tha...