Glaucoma man is in rare form today.

Complaining about his credit card company and how they didn’t send a statement – about customer service and how he couldn’t understand their accents.

Personally, (having worked in collections) I’m pretty sure you know every month you owe X amount of money and if you aren’t reminded, it’s still on you to send that payment.

His version was a lot more colorful and racist and while he was telling the story, he was too close to me for comfort.

We all have our personal space bubbles.  Mine was being violated.  But, he’s harmless.  Well, physically harmless.  His words are pretty offensive sometimes.

He just came over again asking me for advice.

I told him to play the age card.  Tell them you need that statement as a reminder.  BUT, I also told him what I just told you.

And he giggled.  Yes, giggled.  And acknowledged that yes, he did know exactly how much was due and probably could have popped it in the mail.

MEANWHILE, Laundry Lady is doing an amazingly accurate impersonation of a chipmunk.  Poor thing has a horribly abscessed tooth.  Yet, here she is working without complaint.

She picks up her antibiotics and pain pills today.  So, she isn’t even medicated and still had a smile for me.  As lop sided as it was.

The difference between people and attitudes astounds me sometimes.

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Three loads of laundry today.  I struggled to the car under the weight of two weeks worth of wash.

I was back in California last weekend.

It’s hard to know it’s going to be a long time before I can return.  But, I have my memories.  One of which was visiting the Salvador Dali museum in Monterey.

The other, boarding a replica of the San Salvador.

But the best memories of course, were of who I was with – not what I did.

And I’m working on collecting those these days – and I don’t need a reminder.