I have a neighbor that I really dislike. She's one of those people who always has a chip on her shoulder. She should squeeze ahead of you in line at the local post office or to use the dryer in the building laundry room because … well … she's her. She's always in a hurry, her time is always more valuable than yours, and she never says "hi," "thank you" or even, "screw you" because she's always on her cell.
I don't like the bitch very much.
But over the weekend I saw that her fledgling neighborhood business is shuttered, and there's a nice, big EVICTION NOTICE on the door. Her inventory is still neatly arranged on the shelves, so I assume she was hustled out in a hurry.
My first thought was, I hope the cops brought pepper spray when they came to evict that pit bull. Then I was ashamed of myself. It takes guts to open your business. It must have broken her heart to lose it. That, of course, assumes she has a heart. Let's try this: it must have broken her spirit to lose it. I have seen for myself that she has plenty of spirit!
There is some level where we are all the same. For she and I, you have dig way deep to find that level. But still, this was a terrible thing to have happen to anyone, even her. In my own tortured, I-still-hate-you way, I feel sorry for her.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Monday, September 15, 2008
DAY 15 -- SEPTEMBER FITNESS CHALLENGE
I'm eating yogurt with berries and no granola as I write this. I worked out -- 30 minutes of cardio, 12 leg lifts on each leg, and 20 reps on that machine that works the triceps. I got to move that little cyclist on the bottomof the page another notch, so I'm pretty satisfied with myself.
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September Fitness Challenge
Manic Monday #18
What's worse, physical or mental cheating? Why? It depends on the man who is doing the cheating. I know it sounds like a cop-out answer, but it's not. I've known men for whom sex really was no big deal, and with one of them, the intimacy of genuine friendship would hurt me more. If the guy is more conventional about love and commitment, then the physical cheating would be worse.
Do you think men and women can be just friends? Why or why not? Oh, yes! I have many men friends, and if we're hot for each other, it would be news to us!
How do you feel about dating co-workers? While I acknowledge that it is most likely a very bad idea, I have found it irresistible.
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Do you think men and women can be just friends? Why or why not? Oh, yes! I have many men friends, and if we're hot for each other, it would be news to us!
How do you feel about dating co-workers? While I acknowledge that it is most likely a very bad idea, I have found it irresistible.
To see how other bloggers responded, click here.
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