There is something in my personal life that is not running smoothly and causing me some consternation but there is no use focusing on it. It will either work our or not work – I tried my best. At the moment the ball is in his court. I am having sleep disturbances again and my sleeping medication is in Vancouver with the carry on bag. It is not doing much good from there so at this moment I am grouchy.
But all is not lost and definite enjoyment may be found on Instagram. I have strange and funny exchanges with utter strangers. One photo featured a bathing suit with enormous cut outs, nothing there. So here is what happened next.
Me: There are parts missing on your bathing suit – essential ones. Get a refund.
She: I paid extra for the cut outs I think I’ve been gypped.
Me: You definitely make me laugh and laugh and laugh.
The good news is that this woman and I share the same first name. Some one else wrote her.
He:If you are wearing that outfit I will be there.
She: Unfortunately I’ll need to shirt and shoes.
So it is possible to laugh and play on Instagram. The man of the hour, the man of the day featured in the blogs of March 28 and March 30, 2019 is also on Instagram as tigiotamakeit. We lend support to one another on a daily basis. I call him Grandson and he called me G.ma. It is all very touching . In a recent exchange that is public (I guess)
Me: You give me hope Grandson with your ambition and your determination.
He: I’m glad I do G.Ma I believe you give me more courage.
Me: That is so wonderful. It is rather strange that that I do care for you like a grandson.
There is a shot of him with glasses like mine and some of his dreadlocks blonde.
Me: Grandson you are still trying to look like me. I do think you are cuter in a tough sort of way.
He: Thank u. G.ma
Me: We have the strangest relationship. I laugh.
He calls me G.ma because he told me that his grandmother would be my age if she had lived. I then volunteered to take her place. He is a very loyal grandson keeping track of his G.ma. It all works in a strange way. I think because it is mutually supportive. Traditional relationships do not always work in this day and age. New ones need to be forged. We have forged this one. Will it last? Who knows? But it is working at the moment.
This relationship is in marked contrast to another that I once had. There is a photograph of him on Instagram with depressed sunken eyes. He lacks ambition and comments were made to him at the time. He said it was time for him to have fun but he is older than Grandson and look at that man go. I do admire ambition, I do admit.
So I have another strange relationship with David of London. As the saying goes: when life gives you lemons, make lemonade and David sent some wonderful jokes from London, some to be repeated here:
Secrets to a long and happy marriage. An old woman was sipping on a glass of wine., while sitting on the patio with her husband, and she says: “ I love you so much, I don’t know how I could ever live without you”…Her husband asks, “Is that you or the wine talking?…She replies, It’s me…talking to the wine.”
Another: May the fleas of a thousand camels infest the crotch of the person who screws up your day and may their arms be too short to scratch. (Travel agent in Vancouver comes to mind. She and Roberto the manager at Il Fornaio restaurant in Corte Madera. He banned me for talking to a patron. I have been coming to that restaurant for years. Oh well! I will be living in the City and sooner, rather than later, he will be gone. They go through managers at a great rate and Roberto is most unpopular with the staff.
Now this describes me as I relate to Roberto and some others. I don’t have an attitude. I have a personality you cannot handle.
And then this wisdom. Line dancing was started by women waiting to use the bathroom.
Doctors gathered around a patient during rounds. “Male, 38, still living with his parents. They asked us to keep him overnight so they could change the locks.”
So are you not cheered by all of this? I had a magnificent experience last night at dinner where I when eating at Robin – a sushi restaurant on Gough near my hotel. It was the best sushi I had ever eaten during my entire life. Dan the Man is the top man. (obviously a nickname). Another man is called J the H but I am not telling what his initials mean. We laughed and joked and carried on. Who in the world needs that Italian place in Corte Madera Town Canter.? hanks Roberto.
The picture is of the magnificent sushi at Robin. It is apparently owned by a 33 year old man. Now that is ambition.
