FA Cup and other stuff

So today is the FA Cup Final, I am not even going to pretend I know what that is, however it is important to the Irishman and he wants me to go with him. So, go I will, to Vickery Park Bar, where I am sure I will have the most amazing breakfast.

Not sure about the special today, it has curry and I am not a huge fan of curry, but we shall see. I’ll report back on that.

This week at work was rough, tough, rewarding and at times touching, I got to speak to an 85-year-old widow who told me after many years of being alone she now had a special friend. They have dinner together then watch old movies she has recorded. Her receiver was down and she didn’t want to miss her dinner companion. I was able to get it working and she was so happy, she asked where I was, I said Dallas, she then told me her husband had gotten his doctorate at SMU. He had been a Methodist preacher, we exchanged a few more pleasantries and I ended up telling her the story of the time my mom caught me calling her Sarah.

Whenever people would ask me what my mom’s name was I would say Sarah, with a straight face. One day she happened to hear that, later on, she told me that was really funny, but stop doing it.

I later overheard her telling my dad about it and they both laughed and he then asked well does that make me Abraham? And they laughed and laughed.

Some parts of my job are incredibly rewarding, helping elderly people with their services is my favorite part. I love getting them on my line, I treat them the way I would want someone to treat my parents. I go at their speed and tell them if I go to fast just tell me and we’ll slow down.

So many things happening in our country, real threats of terrorism, homeless veterans, homeless families, children going hungry. Elderly not being able to afford basic things like food and their medications. We are on the brink of annihilating one another on a world level and the only thing people are posting about is where people pee.

I am going to leave you with that.

Oh and I found Tarzan from 1968 with Ron Ely on television this morning, I honestly never really appreciated the costuming on that show until just now.

 

 

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