If I am going to be in a Doctor's waiting room, I usually go prepared, & take my current book with me.
If I am uncertain about the length of a wait, I often amuse myself
Last Monday's visit to the 'Oven' resulted in a lengthy wait. Seated beside me was Ms Flamboyance. She had red/gold hair, & it was 'big hair', if you know what I mean. It appeared wiry, & fiery, & seemed almost like a bunch of flickering flames atop her large, cheery looking face.
She had very trendy glasses, with dark square frames with heavy side pieces. Her brilliant lime green woolly cardigan, knitted in a lumpy yarn, was teamed with a very bright purple crocheted scarf. Her bag was a huge grey snake, or possibly crocodile, skin imitation,
As I sat admiring her, I thought she looked as if she would be a fun person to know. There would never be a dull moment if she was around, I am sure. She also suggested 'Leo ness' to me. I almost asked if she is a Leo?
The next secret study was a very small, thin quite elderly woman, whose thin little hands reminded me so much of my mother's I felt like holding them. Her brushed white hair was very neat, & her clothes were pressed & clean & quiet & neat. Her quiet little voice when she spoke to the receptionist, also reminded me of my mother. Her neat shoes, soft & clean, on slightly knobbly feet. A black pair of slacks, & a warm camel coloured coat. Her bag was black, & very quiet. She was Miss Modesty, & was the very opposite of Ms Flamboyance.
Different generations, of course, but also totally different looking personalities.
Waiting in the chemist shop this morning. A large aging couple come to the counter. The wife, says to the husband "Do you want to do this?"
He replies, "No no, you are my secretary, you can handle it."
She leans into his ear, & whispers "Don't you you mean Sexetary?"
He gives a little laugh, & says "Oh yes!"
hmmm something to think about....sneaking looks at his walking stick...
My name is called, I go to collect the medication, pay & move along with my day.
Horrors. I have been doing some (gasp) housework! I am not sure how that happened but Gom was vacuuming so I did my share of cleaning, dusting, changing linen in preparation for a dear friend who is coming to stay.
Reading Ann's blog this morning, she features an old house, & wonders what is to become of it, & she mentions that she dislikes change.
I don't mind change, but it depends on where or when. I dislike the changes my body seems determined to inflict upon me. I dislike losing abilities I once had. That type of change is not nice to face.
A reminder that we are, after all, not immortal, as our 18 year old selves once thought.
My daughter loves change in her house. It is not unusual to visit her only to find she has completely rearranged every piece of furniture, or the colours on display. I tend to like my home to 'stay put', you might say. I like to have my clutter, & quilting disorder about me. It might look messy, but I know what it is about, & where everything is.
I do like the change some people afford themselves in colour schemes of their bedrooms etc. I like the way a lot of Americans seem to decorate their homes to the Seasons. It is a European thing too, I suspect. We tend to stick to the same old same old, in this Southern hemisphere. Well, when I say that, most of our family did, & most of our friends do too. With, perhaps redecoration every so often- mostly less often!
Gom likes order, & dislikes change, but he got it into his head, he wanted to change the bed quilt. Now we have one of my favourites on there, but it is also one I liked to use in the lounge. I will just have to make another I suppose.
How do you feel about change? Of any type?
Dire Straights, Love Over Gold.