A Holy Miracle
My neighbor (aka ‘Snitty’), who decided not to like me (and made that oh so tangible, and then I decided not to like her either) and I had a lovely interchange. I told her I liked her pants. She asked me how I’m doing. I told her about my recent vertigo, knowing she’s in some sort of home health care. She couldn’t have been kinder. Isn’t that special? Why we had to go through all that angst to get to it is still the part of being a human being that I will never understand, accept, or appreciate. I want to be an animal. I like you, or I don’t. There’s no gross confusion (I intuitively led with the health concern and stayed away from the garden, to give her upper footing, since most of her police calls were concentrated around the garden). Am savoring the sweetness.
