We had a knock on the door tonight. It was one of the kids in the neighborhood - he's friends with my next door neighbor, so I know him only in that I see him around and I know he lives down the street. He needed a ride to the high school - he'd missed going with the next door kid - miscommunication, and so he'd been knocking on doors.
I have to assume we were a last resort. But I said I'd drive him, and I did. He called me ma'am at least a dozen times, and was appreciative. I remember what it was like to be young, rideless and screwed.
I wonder what it felt like from his side? Were my questions annoying? Does he now have a better opinion of me than he did a week ago, or am I just that middle aged white lady up the street? At least I know his name now. And told him mine.
There's a fine line between empath and sucker - I dance all over that line on a daily basis.
Dad would have done it. I ask myself that from time to time. He would be pleased.
Meanwhile, I am a few loads of laundry into the process. I need a shower, I need to hydrate. I need to get some groceries in the house and get cooking.
I was reminded today, via Facebook, that on this day in history, Dad and I saw the hundreds of Cedar Waxwings in their trees. Well, of course, I think of Dad.
He sends me birds from time to time. No, I don't believe in an afterlife, but I have to believe that there is a small amount of Dad-Energy floating around that somehow guides the birds into my path. Not all birds, not all the time - but when I need them - every now and again.
Peace and chicken grease, y'all.
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I have to assume we were a last resort. But I said I'd drive him, and I did. He called me ma'am at least a dozen times, and was appreciative. I remember what it was like to be young, rideless and screwed.
I wonder what it felt like from his side? Were my questions annoying? Does he now have a better opinion of me than he did a week ago, or am I just that middle aged white lady up the street? At least I know his name now. And told him mine.
There's a fine line between empath and sucker - I dance all over that line on a daily basis.
Dad would have done it. I ask myself that from time to time. He would be pleased.
Meanwhile, I am a few loads of laundry into the process. I need a shower, I need to hydrate. I need to get some groceries in the house and get cooking.
I was reminded today, via Facebook, that on this day in history, Dad and I saw the hundreds of Cedar Waxwings in their trees. Well, of course, I think of Dad.
He sends me birds from time to time. No, I don't believe in an afterlife, but I have to believe that there is a small amount of Dad-Energy floating around that somehow guides the birds into my path. Not all birds, not all the time - but when I need them - every now and again.
Peace and chicken grease, y'all.
ae
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I mean, if you're a sucker, that's he.