Do you have any idea how it feels to be hit on by one of your dad's co-workers??
Okay, not hit on. But apparently they have nothing better to do in a small-town Post Office. A guy my dad works with (and he's in his upper 30's, as I recall) let my dad know that he wishes he was 18 or 20 again so he could "marry me." Apparently he thinks I'm the "cat's meow" and would make a "perfect wife."
The only time he ever saw me was when I stopped by the Post Office on my way to work out... I was going to ask Daddy if he wanted me to wait for him, and then go together, or if he was going to be working late.
Not sure if I should feel complimented or creeped out. o.O
Well, things are coming along with encampment... I'll be honest, I am psyched but unsure of what to expect. If this was Volk Field, I'd be right at home, but it isn't... it's Great Lakes Naval Station... and frankly, I know the least about the Navy than any of the other services.
I have an awesome Flight Commander, so I'm really thankful for that. I love being in a "right hand man" role. We're going to do our best to give these cadets the best encampment that we possibly can, because that's what it's all about!
Meanwhile, work continues to be of the cleaning variety. I'm currently a janitor at the Post Office, and a janitor at a church here in town. And once a week, I go down to the old folks' apartments and do laundry for a 90-year-old man named Byron. He calls me his girlfriend. :D lol.
Truth is, it's not about the laundry... I could do that in no time. He's desperate for someone to visit with, and while I have a lot on my plate right now, I'm happy to oblige. I can't imagine being in his situation: living all alone, with children who rarely visit him. Nobody else does, either.
So between laundry loads, I sit on the couch and he hobbles out of his wheelchair and into his recliner. We sit there and talk... or rather, he talks... he tells stories. Lots of them he just tells over and over again, even though he already told me three times that day. I don't mind.
When "The Price Is Right" comes on, we watch it, because he loves that show. Then we have lunch together, and "talk" for a little while longer before I usually have to go around 1230. I get there at 0900.
Well, I'm off to teach a writing class to my siblings. I make it fun for them, so they love it. Ciao!
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4 comments:
awww your such a sweet girl... you are going to make a guy really happy someday
You should be both complimented AND creeped out!
You'll do fine on the Navy base - basically you just have to show them respect, try not to giggle at their singing, and follow the leader. :) And Thomas is awesome!
Your laundry expeditions remind me of my old carving group. I miss those guys so much.
We really need more people like you in this world Richardson. :D
Aww thank you Allen! And Bowden... (and Sarah) -- I really appreciate it a lot. =)
Much Love,
Christi
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