What if I had been born not very smart? How would my life have worked out? At least my mother’s push towards being a secretary (or at least having that skill) worked out for me in my life. I guess I owe her for being able to type at least well enough to maintain this blog and do my work. Little did she know.
I’ve been dealing with the return of the bad neighbor in these weeks since Ike. Since my neighbor’s son and I interacted then, he’s come to understand that I am someone he can sponge off of. He owes me money, but asks me to take him to get his check and then cash it. He offered to pay me back, after having told me that he gave his father’s truck to one of his nephews while drunk and then having to report the said truck stolen. I haven’t talked to his dad.
While driving him to work today, the son asked about when I have to go to work, in an effort to get yet another ride to the storage lot holding his father’s truck. I’m not doing it.
On the other hand, I’ve gotten things in line so I can volunteer again. I have a name and number and will see if I can just go play cards or dominoes with some lonely people. Perhaps it could also be an opportunity to socialize Murphy.
It’s difficult being smarter than those you interact with and still stay there (there being where they are).
I’ve gone all retro — buying a turntable and playing my old albumns.