A few days ago, I was sitting on my bed trying to get a few necessary things done, like dispensing pills for the week for both my husband and me. Knowing we had someplace to be at noon, checked the time.
11:02
Not good.
I’m still in my pajamas. I haven’t taken my blood sugar or eaten breakfast or taken my pills. Part of this is because I forgot about dispensing pills until my husband reminded me. It was after 10 when he did that.
I can get dressed in a matter of minutes, but taking my blood sugar and getting breakfast so I can take my pills is going to take far more time than we have. Not because of the meeting we have to get to, which is about a 15-minute drive away, but because we have to take a slight detour to pick up a friend which can add as much as 15 minutes to the drive. A good chunk of that waiting for him to get in the car.
To make sure traffic doesn’t overly delay us, we leave about a quarter after eleven. So obviously, I have less than 15-minutes to get about 45-minutes of stuff done.
The first thing I needed was a trip to the bathroom. It was while I was in there that I realized the fastest way to get out the door would be for me to get dressed immediately, take my blood sugar, then get a quick bite of something so I could swallow my pills while I threw some more snack/convenience food into my purse that I could eat while in the car (as a passenger).
Husband and I were flying out the door at precisely 11:15.
He is impressed with how fast I could get ready, and I’m reminded of a former roommate who could not get on with her day without doing ALL three hours of her daily routine. It didn’t matter if we slept in, It didn’t matter if we were missing an appointment because of her tardiness. All that mattered to her was all three hours to bath, dress, do her hair and make-up and read her scriptures. I told him I learned how to cut out the unnecessary stuff when I didn’t have enough time for it all.
Then we got to friends house. Dear hubby can’t find his phone so gets out to let friend know we are there. He finds his phone while he is getting back into he car. Then we wait for our friend to get in the car. Once he is buckled in, we are on our way again.
Somehow we hit all the lights just right that we are at our destination and parked almost exactly half an hour after we left the house. So, early by some miracle.
It does not bother me in the least.
While sitting and waiting for things to start, a friend comes up to me and asks if I would be willing to give a ride home to a lady who had to live closer to me than she did. (It would have been completely out of her way to take the lady home.)
We googled the address. This lady and I live near the exact same major cross streets. So, kind of around the corner from me. Even taking our other friend home, it would not be an imposition, or out of our even very far out of our way, to take her as well.
Our friend left halfway through, which he does quite often so, not the least bit surprising.
After the meeting, we drive this lady home, and I know the address and the general area, but assume it’s an apartment complex and that she’d have to give us some directions when we got to it.
I assume this nice lady is close to our age, but I start to reassess that assumption when she mentions her grandson, adult grandson, living with her. Said grandson is about the same age as my two boys.
Then we get to the last corner on the street where she lived. As hubby turned the corner, and before I could ask her for further directions, I discovered it was right there on the corner, including the building number in extra-large hard to miss numbers right on the front. It appears this nice lady is living in senior assisted living.
Okay, so older than I thought.
Then she freely tells us her age, which is about three years older than us. THREE!
My kids were absolutely not kidding when they said they had classmates with grandparents about our age. And yes, I did know it was completely possible because we’ve got cousins who are near our age who have adult grandkids.
Smile. Make the day a brighter day.
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