...unless they are from people that I'm very fond of!
Mary eventually told me about a man she'd met at a nursing home who had hair just like mine. That just cracked me up. She wasn't in love with my hair. She was in love with a memory. "Well I hope he was handsome." I said. And I'm guessing he was by the way she grinned. Then Mary's story made me think of my dad's wavy hair. He is not in a nursing home, but I'm guessing Mary would think my dad was pretty handsome.
A Second Compliment
But I love sweet Myrna, who was so good to my mom. Those words made me laugh and then smile. I will take that compliment, happily.
Dad's Good Hair
And I especially don't mind, when they lead me to thinking about other special people.
Cancer to Covid
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 17, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. Only this time, it was affecting more than me.
Coronavirus and Cancer! Both are evil, but neither can totally get me down... if I vent! I hope with Covid, I run out of complaints before 200!