conversations

3 things before I dive into my latest ranting.

1. People tend to talk to me. I don’t know why it’s always been like that...people tend to tell me things that perhaps they shouldn’t. Maybe it’s because I’m loud. Maybe it’s because I just so happen to be there at the right time and place who knows.

2. I won’t mention where I was when these two conversations happened....just in case the very few people that read my blog know these people or know of someone who knows these people.

3. On my musing about one of the conversations I’m going to come off as super judgmental...I try to see both sides to every story...but what this woman told me, a stranger just totally took me off guard.

Convo 1:
Lady told me that after 52 years of marriage her spouse was going to have his second open heart surgery in SD tomorrow. She didn’t think he was going to make it...She decorated for Xmas just to make things nice for him. Of course there was more detail than that but you get the gist of it. I listened to every word this viejita told me. I asked questions, made sure she had family to help/care for her and wished her luck....because I knew that if I was lucky to have been married to W for that long I would probably be there someday also. The circumstances will be different of course...but one day I might be the little old lady wanting to let the world know the man I love might not be around by the weekend.


Convo 2:
Lady at counter told me her daughter had thrown her life away (didn’t give me details) married the wrong man and now she was raising her grandchildren. But, she was thinking of putting them in foster care because maybe that would let her daughter know that she wasn’t going to take care of things any more for her. When she told me this I just blankly stared at her & told myself not to answer. I gave her a hard look, thanked her and left. WTF? She sits there looking like the Mexican Sarah Palalin all dressed up, nice makeup & cloths....telling me she’d toss her grandchildren aside like a stray cat? For me personally....oh hell no those are my blood, my grand babies. How the hell do I know if someone is going to treat them with love, compassion, and kindness....I don’t care if their mama is a crack head I would not, could not do so. I honestly would have to be terminally ill, crazy as fuck where I thought I was a duck, or so old I constantly peed myself while thinking I was a duck in a freaking streaming lake to not have my grand babies with me.... The second she told me that I was so angry with her I could have slapped her.