Today was pretty much exactly what I expected. I knew it would be crazy and odds were I would not be able to get out to see Buddy and my other driver. It did work out time wise but we had a severe thunderstorm come through right as I left and I got pretty soaked.
So there I am in my PJ's at the bus stop soaking wet looking pitiful, I'm sure. But I gave Buddy a small gift which he loved getting. And we chatted all the way. That was very nice. I did tell him they changed my schedule so I won't see him for a while and he seemed disappointed.
But I find that funny. I was not looking my best by any standard. But maybe that's how it works - men are attracted to initial appearance but it's the heart and spirit that make them stay.
There is a notorious client on the paratransit service. Just the mention of her name will make a driver pale, or swear. She is very, very, difficult. She is not a good looking woman, obese, facial hair, frumpy.
One day she was in the vehicle when Ron and I were having coffee, he got picked up to go home. I came home later on the bus. She rolled her window down and was doing mean cat calls at me about my weight. When Ron got in the cab she said "It's a good thing you're blind so you can't see how fat she's gotten!" (I weighed about 220).
Ron told me later he lost his temper at that and said "I don't care about her body. I care about her spirit and she has a beautiful spirit that shines". Dead silence all the way home. I have worked very hard at cultivating a beautiful spirit.
And, on that note... on my way home the little black cat found me and followed me, got in front of me a few times, rubbing against my legs for pets. She is a good weight and has a beautiful coat. She is someone's pet. If I had to guess she is someone's "outside" cat - a popular concept here. You have the "inside" (pampered pet cat) cat and the "outside" (castoff, fed and maybe given a little attention now and then) cat. She is likely their outside cat as I have seen her out in some pretty bad weather. She is a lovely little cat but clearly someone's pet.
Now, if my cats are OK with it I wouldn't mind her using the cat door to come in and get out of the weather now and then. But that's as far as that will go, she'll have to work it out with my gang.
She followed me home and was standing in the yard while I held the door open, letting her and Biscuit check each other out. Biscuit is Senor Gato, alpha cat. His word is law. She's got to work it out with him, and Cleo is liable to object as well. I don't think Spotty will mind.
Anyway I came in after that and shut the door, used the bathroom, took off my PJ pants (they rode the bus so they get washed), put on a fresh pair. The doorbell rang. I opened it. It was #6.
I said "I know you're going to have a party tonight, that's OK, I don't have to work tomorrow. I'll just play my music too". He gaped at me like I slapped him, shut his mouth, said "Yes I am having a party. Is it OK if my friends park in your driveway tonight?" I said sure it was fine. I said I knew things would go pretty late, and loud, but I was OK with it "Ron's gone and he was the cranky one". He nodded.
"I wanted to get you a gift but I didn't have time. I would like to give you this" and he held something out. I took it. (Later examination proved it was cash - equivalent to what I make working one whole day). I told him to have fun, I'd play my music too. He left. The cars came and parked. It's still quiet next door but not for long, ha ha.
But that's OK I do have tomorrow off. And you know what? I really don't care. Ron's the one who would freak out whenever anyone made a little noise. I have found I really don't mind. I'm glad he has a big family and lots of friends.
I always find it telling my cats go over the fence to them when they do have a party. They are clearly feeding my cats. Bad people don't do that. And my cats want to go visit.
Telling.
Anyway, I think we're good now.
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