So yesterday was a lovely day, MahJong was very nice and fun, lunch was good, then it stopped raining and I was able to get in the pool afterward. It was full to the top again too.
After about 30 minutes of exercise two women came down and got in the pool with me. They were (are) French Canadian. I know this because I talked to them and asked them if they were visiting and they told me that. In English. Then they proceeded to talk to each other in French the rest of the time I was there. I tried so hard to be nice to them. Then I figured their loss, I was done and got out and didn't try to talk to them any more.
Today is canasta and Thursday already. The weekend is in sight. And tonight is Big Brother. It's okay this time, not wonderful but watching it gives me something to do in the evenings three nights a week so I watch. Sarge always watched it with me. It surprised me but he did.
Any of you that read his blog knew what a patriot and romantic he was. Well here is something I bet you don't know. He didn't say I love you. Very rarely. If I told him I loved him (which I did at least once a day) he'd say something like "me too". But he showed me in so many ways just how much he did love me. And he did that all the time. I believe that love does not die when a person dies. I can still feel that he loves me. Don't ask me how but I can. And that's all I'm going to say about that.
Hope your day is totally tits. I know mine will be...