ARE YOU STILL THERE?

Upon returning home and making myself comfortable I cussed at wires. Which were in the way. Hemming me in. Misdirected. Because I put the laptop on my lap and then got my feet entangled. Not a problem I normally have. Sometimes things are just "difficult", okay? Lunch, drugstore, lottery purchase, vegetables, grocery store, and finally bakery around teatime. The little girl who is often there with her daddy was sitting by herself scoping out a video on her cell-phone. When it rang she answered it first in Cantonese, then said in English "I don't know, I'll ask him when he comes back". I think she may speak English better than her daddy, who had left the tyke there while shopping at the markets nearby.
She's only about four, but seems more intelligent for her age.
And will probably grow up bilingual.
Smart kid.


Stephen and Robert showed up after I finished my pastry and got involved in a conversation that headed in strange directions before going nowhere at top speed. Someone Robert has known for over sixty years may have passed away, and he told his brother to write her a postcard because the phone is disconnected. Well if she's older than him it was inevitable that the phone would be disconnected. Even if she's still bounding with energy. My phone has been disconnected since the first month of the pandemic when I realized there was too much static on the line. I have a cell phone now. Her grandkids may have forced her to do something like that, worried that she wouldn't be able to communicate with anyone in an emergency. that is to say: anyone younger than antique.

One of the things I do every Wednesday is give the old lady downstairs some fresh fruit or produce which I picked up in Chinatown. Just to make certain she's still alive, because I don't know if members of her congregation do that often enough. It's one of those denominations not known for having very intelligent people.

Today it was some lovely yellow mangoes. I don't know if she likes mangoes. I've taken for granted that she does, because she's Chinese from Indonesia. I may be entirely wrong.
I've never asked, because conversation with her leads to Jesus.
Which I do not wish to hear about at all.


It's important to check up on the fossils in your life. Stick your head in and holler "yo, coot, you still kicking?" Or something like that. Especially if they don't use social media.
Or maybe they do, but you do not want to 'friend' them.
Because that, too, might lead to Jesus.
We don't need no stinking Jesus.
Thank you very much.


Yo yo yo!



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