I can understand why you found the afternoon a good one, Doodle. A celebration of lives well lived, and clearly the gift of love to your children and how they’ve turned out. And clutch of grandchildren quite grown up. It gave me great pleasure to see my son finding the family albums and son telling them the stories.
It’s a kind of handing the baton on, I know that sounds strange, but thats how it feels.
Tell me, what do you find comfy to wear on your feet? I’m so addicted to trainers, I’ve lot the plot about what else except for comfy sandals.
It was Mr Costa who organised the whole saving the lady shebang. He had the kit - but also the confidence to do what he did. (Most of the others were very young)
I scarcely noticed, I just focused on the little hunched bird (her very bent back) 89 year old bleeding and couldn’t have managed the situation.
Mr Costa is very conflicted between who he was..
…. (yes Sweetpeasue he too was let down by doctors for so long when he was in desperate pain for 18 months or so) - who didn’t recognise the rare condition he had - and lost a traditional male way of being successful, his work, his purpose.
Yesterday he was the new vulnerable self: today he was an angry person (not to me, but preoccupied - his mum had spent the rest of the evening after seeing me bemoaning how nobody loved her (having sent Mr C away to boarding school aged 6 😡).
So yes, we will see each other, but I don’t know if he will stay in the UK to make a go of things which might include me, or basically sort of go on the run for longer abroad.
But its definitely a friendship currently giving each something worth having, its increased my confidence and feel I am giving something worth having as well as the shared love of music etc.
But he may end up going to Spain for the winter so? I also think he’s having problems (given his past ego) wanting “younger women” finding me attractive. So I am making my expectations fit the reality. Live in the now.
Sweetpeasue Oh my those absolutely delightful photos… am so struck by what Fluff brings to your lives. And thankfully the comforts that only a beach and the sea can bring.
You are living with enormous worries, all we can do is hold you both in our thoughts that proper diagnosis and treatments are found to make life more enjoyable for you both.
Thats an interesting perspective, HVDY. My life has always, until I got very ill, been filled with many women friends, all women events, a singing group, (the disco singing dancing coming up I described is all women)……the sort of sharing I experience just in the gym changing rooms. In the Womens’ Movement in the 1970’s there were no fakes, bitching, just… well… being us.
I do recognise the description of some women however who sort of trade on being competitive as regards male attention and out each other down?
If I were you I’d got for each having a 5ft bed if there is room. I love stretching out in all that space, room for a book and my computer too.
I believe I can make new friends, but thats in the Quaker circles mainly. Others either will or wont happen. I made firm friends with a Quaker elderly lady who is not with us now. And she tolerated my coming and going in the friendship well.
Allsorts you dont have to do what you were advised to, but we really are all complex situations. I was advised and advised for months not to touch Ex with a bargepole, but in the end worked out a way that didnt threaten me. But…well…. It’s very different.
Thoughts for other BD’s not in today, as ever.