An Odd Kind of Day

After church I went to breakfast with John (as per usual) and came home to find a message from Roseann; she was talking about needing help with moving mattresses etc…; so I volunteered.  Not bad. we changed a few things around and while we were doing this I just let her talk about all the stuff that’s going on - her son’s wedding is in 3 weeks and she’s just really not into it - I can’t blame her since her husband died just about 16 months ago…Basically, she just needed to talk and I listened.  That’s what I’ve always done since I’ve known her - actually, that’s what I do with most friends—Listen rather than talk.  At least I think that’s how it goes - you tell me if I’m right or wrong. 

Then I went to my parents.  Victor came over and helped our father do a few things - spread dirt on shallow parts of the lawns and scattered seeds; vacuumed the lint from the vent from the dryer to the exterior of the house.  We had dinner and then Victor left about 6pm and when Dad came in from seeing him off, Dad said that there was a message on Victor’s voice mail from Linda who’d taken Marge, her mother to emergency.  Marge turned 85 a couple of weeks ago and this past week just hasn’t been feeling good at all - had the runs etc…So I texted Victor and Linda telling them if they need anything to let me know; Marge has been dog-sitting Spencer, her daughter Susie’s dog because Susie is in Germany on vacation and won’t be home til Wednesday.

So today was all about listening and being present for others.