always an interesting question as i don't usually know how to answer.
i tend to just smile and listen to whatever comes next.
you're beautiful,he said.
thank you.
he was buying three bunches of kale and a bunch of carrots.
two rabbits,he said,
males.
my daughter is trying to talk me into doing that.
bad idea,he said.
he tells me what i all ready know about the naughty boys and how they don't play well together.
but kept punctuating everything with,
you're beautiful.
and it was genuine. which was nice. i lost track of my counting with his gushing. and just smiled, said thank you, and started counting again.
grown men who act like boys.
makes me laugh.
but then i thought about the cherokee i know and love,
it's good to see those who remind you of what you love.
last night, a man from the meat department, i think (fitting)
was fawning all over me. and i kept laughing and said,
you're dangerous.
when i sing to you, then you can tell me i'm dangerous,he said.
all the while i'm thinking, this is why i don't like to be around men overmuch.
but i did see two of my lady friends, and it was good to see them.
my feet hurt, i'm tired. but it is all good.
i am believing goodness will come to me in the land of the living.
in the meantime, it feels good to smile again.
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