"When i can see a beautiful Sunset"
Nil
sunset?
Have you seen a beautiful sunset in your life?
johnnash
i would rather see a rising sun.
Nil
Yes, it is really nice to see the rising sun than the sunset.
Rising sun brings all about in our lives a new hope.
When I awake in the morning the first thing i do is
open all the windows and doors of our home.
So that all the blessing the morning brings well be
come in.
While the sunset.....it is all about losing hope.
People always on the dark side of their lives they
thought they cannot survive anymore because they
depend on what it is right now, and what is the actual situation
they lead. They cannot move on because something,
or some parts of their lives are missing.
They needs to find an inspiration, a reason to overcomes what
the deepest situation leading on. To make them strong and alive.
Eleonore Beaudoin
> On 27 Set, 10:16, johnnash <johnnas...@gmail.com> wrote:
>> On Sep 27, 5:18 am, Nil <janila...@gmail.com> wrote:
>>
>> > Always and always comes in my thought.When I can see a beautiful
>> > sunset?
>> > Have you seen a beautiful sunset in your life?
>>
>> i would rather see a rising sun.
>
> Yes, it is really nice to see the rising sun than the sunset.
> Rising sun brings all about in our lives a new hope.
> When I awake in the morning the first thing i do is
> open all the windows and doors of our home.
> So that all the blessing the morning brings well be
> come in.
What a nice super thought!
Thanks for that inspiration!
Talking about ''inspiration''...To me sunsets and sun rise are like the
day breathing breathing in...and breathing out....:)
>
Nil
Yes, we also considered as the esophagus of our lives.
How are Cloe?
Nil
Eleonore Beaudoin
Tired, but happy tired. My visiting frind is a ****tremendous** help with
the house. Many things are getting doen and out of the way! And last
evenign he cooked supper, as aching all over and tired as he was
himself, and remained super kind and nice even if I was grumpy and
snappy a few tiems for being so tireed, not having slept for nearly 48
hours before he arrived and only having slept a few hours the night
before, going to bed late and waking up at 2 A.M. coughing....That man is
an angel for sure!
And soon, a Canadian one too...He checks the website daily to see if they
put his name on in the liost of neo Canadians (passed his citizenship
exams, waiting for results and ceremony).
If Canada refuses this guy, I leave Canada! Or I become a
separatist....hehehe:)
Thanks for asking and caring....
C
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Nil
Whose that guy cloe?Is he important to you?
ummmmm.....hehehe
Nil
Eleonore Beaudoin
Like I'd tell you!;-)You'd snatch him;-);-):)
amandaF
Then, snatch him Chloe :)
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Eleonore Beaudoin
Iiiiiiiiiiiiii don't think so.
amandaF
wrote:
I guess, I am missing something in the story.
Eleonore Beaudoin
He is 18 years younger than me for starters.
And he had a bad experience in Canada, unable to get hired in his field
while he managed to be so in the States: he awaits his citizenship papers,
then intends to scram in the US where he has a job offer waiting for him.
He is very pro USA, a bit like new immigrants who are wowed
by all the pazzaz and all they saw in movies, while I figure it takes a
few years to really get to know the feel of any country, perhaps a bit
more when movies make you be favorably disposed.
And he is the alpha male type, ambitious, determined, wanting to lead,
which could be a cause of friction with a woman of a non dependant
personality, if yet he would not be the type seeking (or fitting) a
dependant character. Clashes between the preconceived ''American dream''
and reality, say. Me no want to play Barbie and Ken.
Don't get me wrong: he is very nice: I got home again yesterday to supper
in the oven: pizza.
But I had just gone through 1.5 hours of very noisy traffic and heavy
pollution, wanted a lil 30 mins of breathing, relaxing after work, while
he already had set that we would eat supper then go for a walk then go to
Wall-Mart, because it made him giggle endlessly that I never had set foot
in a Wall-Mart, which he finds a funny place one shoudl experience just fr
the heck of it which is quite fine, but maybe not right after ending a
week of mad work and impossible traffic after lacking sleep all week,
while he naps in the afternoons.
My having a nap would seem yet out of question and nearly disgusting to
him, because there is always work to be done in the house, of course.
So he wants to go-go-go wih the house chores awaiting, but I know this
house and what needs done before the colds and what needs done when it
does not rain, while the mildew is then less affecting me, and what not to
do on a rainy day. There, he decides and declares, where that can be a bit
frustrating. ANY help is welcome, don't get me wrong, but what is so
urgent is not gettign done at all, and that might make my very ehalth be
at risk. On that regard, he figures I guess that taking walks will make
the difference, which can be thoughtful, but does not serve what I need to
do for my own health and organization.
I often am up in the middle of the night, like now, and then go back to
sleep later. There will be none of that today...
The mildew situation does not seem to be on his list of things that need
done one bit. There, he leaves doors and windows opneed all day, which
sure is nice when I get home to fresh air instead of stuffed mildew air:
but when on my own, I have to close everything when I leave for work, and
I will come back to dagerous air I will not be able to do much about in
the dead of winter. That reality is a big worry to me. To im, well, I
smoke therefore that explains why my big toe hurts, sort of thing, nd
mildew does not affect smokers, you would think.
Take last evening: he decided he would help me this weekend and things
needed go faster: so he declared we would be sortign inthe basement, and
that he woudl hold the garbage bags as I woudl sort and throw things in it.
I try and tell myself that oh well, at least something will be done, if it
is starting by the wrong end, because the absement I can sort on winter
weekends. He then asks if I thought of anythign else that needs done, and
I mention again that the stove needs pulled out, so I can go check behind
if there is mildew, which I could not do: I moved the fridge and freezer
on my own put was unable to pull th stve, too tightly set in its space. So
he gets there immediately, no matter how I repat ÔNo, not now, nononono,
not ths evening! I need to do the cupboards by it and it will block the
doors, see? But he does not ehar nor listen: he moves the stove. As he
does so he sees the wiring is too sort to pull it out of there completely.
He then declares it impossible. I say that bah, I will look into it the
next day: if it was set in, and someoen had room to go plug it,t hen there
has to be a way to get behind and unplug it. That probably the cable was
pushed in the hole and hangs near the ceiling in the basement. He then
proceeds to run tot he basement asking if I have a flashlight. Hunting the
flashlight it then the last thing on my mind, and I said ÔNot now'' a few
times more, to no avail: he is already in the basement and pushed the 220
cable out behind the stove then comes back up and pulls the stove despite
my protests. Result, I had to fight to connect the dishwasher, and there
was not one glass or plate clean left in the house, so that needed done.
Woke up in the night and did that, after scrubbing the pots and pans and
cleanign the counters and stove top, fighting to even reach the sink for
water because of the stove being in the way. The fridge which I had pulled
to take are of mildew still is n the middle of the place, as are all the
thigns on the dining room table from sorting, despite my sayign I needed
time to get that pushed back in its place, but needs work done due to
mildew, bit of wood to be replaced for health safety, but that does not
get done. Result is it is very hard to walk downstairs and quite an
eyesore and a heavy thing on my mind.
I also end up using the furnace against my best judgement, because the
sorting away the sortign I ahd done, which lays still in the way to the
basement, stayed there, as he judged other things as needing done first.
So more things will get sorted in a way, but the pile in the way to the
firnace will get bnigger and the troubel to get pros to come and check the
furnace will be double.
Good will, but the ''leader'' side is in the way, if you see wat I mean.
Still, good will is extremely rare nowadays, and after all, he does not
have to help at all, so as I said, any help is welcome. What gets doen
will get done, but it just will not be what help I *needed* urgently given
the situation, and the postponing as I said makes it so that the weather
now forces me to use the furnace at times, each time making me quite
worried. Indian summer will soon be past, and I will be left to face the
results.
Lacking sleep makes me grumpy too, and I was quite that yesterday, if
looking back makes it quite understandable in my eyes. This long weekend
is our Thanksgiving weekend. I will only have one more left, for our
Rememberance day, in November and I need it to got to Montreal see a show
kiddo will be in. He already is in another, but that oen will coem to the
National rts Centre in Ottawa, so I can get to it there, at least, in
February. But besides this weekend and Rememebrance day, I will get XMas,
boxing day and New year, then not one day offf at all before march 31st
when they renew my days off, save for one sick leave a month which I want
to try and put aside in case of emergencies for my ehalth or the pets'.
To em then those rare rare extra days off are special and to be used
accordingly. Sure, I intendeed to do work in the house. My plan was to
have the mildew prob and the firnace prob solved, using this lastw eekend
if it was not ended yet to be sure it was all over and dealt with before
the cold arrives. That will not be done.
There is no ''my pace, his pace'' moments. My pace moments are seen as
anti his-moments and pace therefore they are cancelled, voided, or
thought of as Ôneeding to be shaken off to get to his pace'', i.e. what he
has in mind or feels like then.
Yesterday, I figured that taking time alone would be helful for me to have
any ''touchign base'' with my own self and pace; I have emails awaitign
answers since two weeks. The pigeons missed one meal each day in he last
three days. In short,t hey get fed when he is still asleep, as I wake up
at 4 in the mournign to get it doen and to ahve the bords stretch their
wings a bit in the pc room, thenstay up late to do the same, if possible t
all given the time I end up going to bed.
So when he kept asking what d you want to do now? Despite my answering
''Just unwind a few minutes an relax from the traffic noise and
workweek....'', and was asked again over and over with a face that loudly
expressed what he thought of that, with him asking again before I woudl
even finich my sentence, since he did not agree with the first words--when
he asked what else I wanted to do this weekend for work, I answered that I
would need tiem to answer email as some answers were waiting since two weeks
(he had just gone to do his email, 180 seconds total or so, but I coudl see
he had gone online i the day if he claimed otherwise, because all the icons
on my desktop were now at different places)-- he made a closed face. I
added it woudl require about 2 hours each day. I then planned to ahve the
pigeosn spend some time with me and feel a bit of their usual habits,
catching up on that since they were neglected that way the last days-well
that got an even more long face for a reaction.
He is very eager to help and to please, really. But I often found in life
that people don't really get the emaning of ''Helping another with their
things''. Help is not ÔI will tell yu waht you need done and how and when
to do it'' but ''Tell me what needs done and how you intend to proceed and
from there I will help you, i.e. assist you in WHAT you need done and in
what order and fashion.
We also both are very verbal. If there coudl be advantages to that, sine
he wants to elad, he talks over me and does not hear me at all.
That in fat started eysterday as I got back from work. He kept asking me
questions and systematically cut me before I coud answer, and trying t
answer after he spoke woudl again get cut in he bud.
Oh, using the stove, the light burnt and so he wanted to have it replaced.
So instead of thew quiet walk I had planned, we ended up with me riving in
traffic again --he declared I woudl drive there and he would drive when it
woudl get dark, because he knows I an not drive in the dark: onlyl I just
ahd goen out of the &?% traffi and people drove liek NUTS last evening,
the Fidya of a long weekend with summer liek weather, everyone going wild.
I wnated out of traffic! But he needed that light bulb bought NOW! I had
said I ahd other errands I planned to d at the hardware store the enxt
day, so why not do that at the same tiem tomorrow...But ope it had to be
doen there and then. Traff or not, me protesting cause I just finally got
out of it or not. Grumpy by then, annoyed, and tryign hardto not snap,
knowing he is nie and means well. But I just ahd it with traffic and noise
and my ears were killing me from all the talking. I guess I just felt like
husbands did in the old days when they came home to a yappy wife wantign
an oven lightbulb changed NOW despite traffi and all;-):):).
We get in the store. Since I ahd mentioend I needed a new mop and broom,
he dicides we will get that now. I say no, can't now, can ot say why, he
already is having the long face, and I do not want to bite. He then asks
me soethign again, and just as I am trying to switch from oen thought tot
he next to answer him, he turns around, seign a clerk in an aisle and cuts
me once more in the bud, not eve carign for the answers to what he asks,
to talk tot he clerk and ask where the lightbulbs are.
And the as if nothign happened, he sarts talking again about his day and
his plans for MY weekend and all that, where I snap: ''Tell the clerk:(''.
He barely hears me at all anyway, just goes ''Huh..?'' , but even that
question is thrown without seeking an answer, as I answered ÔI said hey,
don't tell me, go tell the clerk''. But he already is on to his next move,
getting to that aisle and finding the lightbulb. He did not hear me at all!!
He so eagerly walks tot he ailse that I lose sight of him and ended up
havign tohunt the aisle fter him to fidn him back. Fially did after ten
minutes of walking endlessly after a long day, annoyed more and more. When
I found him, he ahd not evenr ealized I was not tere all that time, it
seems. He sees me abnd goes ÔCan't see them'', meanign the ulbs. I lean
over and by luck fall exactly on them. I had him one. He delcares tht's
it cause it is the same size. I say we still have to check to see if it
can go in an oven and if the right voltage and all that. He declares that
is useless, it is ''identical'', before I can even end my sentence.
I look on the package and on the old bulb: pretty worn ut and can not make
what it says at forst on the old one. I ask him if he acan read that, but
sicne he delcared theyw ere identical in shape, he does not want to hear,
repatign they are identical. I patiently say that the shape might eb the
same but we still ahev to be sure it is the same 130v and all that. But he
answers over me it is identical. I insist in silence and finally can read
on the old one: 130 volt. They are then identical, by sheer luck:). Yippee
yayay do I feel by then, but bah, Good. Let's go for that quiet walk now.
Nope. He wants to go hoem and install it NOW!!!
Back home. I drve back and clench my teeth, My ears are hurtign so bad
that as motorcyclists pass, I ahve to put my free hand over an ear or the
other.
Back home. Light in. He ass what I want to do now. I say .Unwnd and relax
a few minutes, I cna not even think anmore, my mind still being in traffi
stress. How about the quiet walk?But he delcares that oh, nonono, we re
goign to Wall Mart. I say that coudl be a nie break TOMORROW, sicne I
coudl check there for the things I needed. Nh, has to be NOW we go. Will
he drive? Oh nonono. I drive. He will drive on the way backw hen it will
be dark.I say it already is gettignt here and halfway there I will not see
a thing. But he dlecares I will (!!!). I say I never went there, ahve to
take the highway, jst got out of traffc a secod time, and fgure that on a
Friday evenig, it will be packed. He does not ehar nro listen.
He served me a beer, he ahd tiem to drink his, I can not take a sip of
mine: I drive again, see. No relaxing for me!
By teh, God forgive me, I am NOT in a mood to get to do aisles.
We walk in, walk around, fast, walk out. I woudl ahve antd to check a few
things to compare prices, but when he felt I had a look at what a Wall
Mart was like, and was satisfied, he anounced thatw as it. In fat he
repeated it a few times as we were walking to the door.
I explaned I was just looking on our way ut to see if there were articles
with pries I was familiar with to compare, he took it I wanted to shp there.
At the previus store,. he ahd decided we were goign to egtt he brrom nd
mop. I said I coudl not because I had not yet done my budget and did not
knwo yet if I coudl really afford a mop and broom. Oh then I coudl do my
budget rght now, we could go tot he bank: NO, I said, I was certainly not
in the mood to do my bidget after traffic on a tred Friday evening,
bewteen two stores and running errands. Understandable you'd think....
*I* am not a bank. If I were, I.d not be opened such long hours, hehehe:).
Ad so now I am up to have time at my pace, but will not be able to sleep
much: going to bed he asked what time we woudl get up in the morning. Last
Saturday, I figured most poeple liek to sleep on Saturdays, and eh was
prbably askng cause he wanted to sleep in later. sad ÔTomorrow is
Saturday. We then sleep all we want, and get up when we happen to feel we
slept enough''. That was then good enough. This itme, I got to knwo
better, and said at forstw e woudl get up when we woudl run oput of
sleep:). But eh asked again adn again. I guess I finally fell on the
''right'' answer when eh said he woudl be up by 8 or 9, and I said ÔIf I
am sleeping still then, juswake me up so we can sartt the day and have
soem thigns done''. He answered''Good!''. which showed I happened to
finally gvethe answer he wanted. Why did he not give me the answer to tell
him in the first pace sort of thing...?
Mainly, I am tired, lacking sleep, have not relaxed in a a week or two by
now, and am frustrated aead of tiem ecause my second-to-last long weekend
will be tiring and unnerving, and ot bespent on thigns that can only be
doen when I ahve more than a regular 2 day weekend.
Sure, srtignt eh basement also can take a longer weekend.....But darn it,
there is a mildew situation in this house, my ear, face, feet, my skin is
reacting now, my bones hurt, etc, and it still is not seen to, I am sure
because he is convinced that all thsi si due to smoking, ''of course''....
If I try and have a coffee (hot liquid helps the throat, plus I need it
for lack of sleep!!) with a cigarette to relax a moment, I am more and
more told of how HE doe snot liek cigarettes 9good for him!), but also, he
ostensively will sit on his heals a mile away from me to mek it clear he
does not liek tat, which gets to eb quite annoying after two weeks of his
never sitting down.
Just lil frustrations, adding up and culminating yesterday. He did end up
asking if he got me pissed off. He noticed!;-). At the time thigns were
such that I coudl not even figure what made me tick at all. Did not ave a
second to THINK anywa, let alone reflect over it all.
And on his side, he is so eager to help and please that he makes his own
self grow into frustartion, again like housewives that woudl kill themself
at the stove, only to geta grumpy hubby ot wantign to eat so fast as he
got away from traffic, his stomach still in a knot from having avoided
about 6 accidents with people driving liek madmen on a summer like long
weekend Friday.
To not snap, I think I will have to find a way to stop between work and
home and have a cigarette and a coffee and unwind before I get home....
But the weather is changing to colder, so....Not evident.
Better go back to bed and get soem sleep....
Sorry for the moan, it is just that, venting, because again, he is real
sweet and means well, and works very hardtot ry and make my life easier.
Just miscommunication of sorts, I guess, or misunderstading of how a mental
job can get tiring, and traffic, too!
I am also so set in my lil quiet ways, wih the pets and all....
In short, as I said, he is younger.
wice I tried to explain I was older, to put ti this way. He cut me the
secodn tiem saying ''Now listen to me. Dont say that again! It is the
secodn tiem you say this this eveing, and you are not old at all!''. There
too, see, hwo sweet nd meanign well, but hwo miscommunication takes place?
I am just a tired old grounch, that,s all, really. And this old grounch
better get to bed again before alpha male wakes up again and decides to
cook me breakky. Mpft. Can you beleive me moaning about such a nice guy?
Yeah...Old maiden I am:)
There. I coudl say it. Ad don't you protest! Heheheheeh:)
C
amandaF
Oh, I missed that. Sorry.
> And he had a bad experience in Canada, unable to get hired in his field
> while he managed to be so in the States: he awaits his citizenship papers,
> then intends to scram in the US where he has a job offer waiting for him.
> He is very pro USA, a bit like new immigrants who are wowed
> by all the pazzaz and all they saw in movies, while I figure it takes a
> few years to really get to know the feel of any country, perhaps a bit
> more when movies make you be favorably disposed.
>
> And he is the alpha male type, ambitious, determined, wanting to lead,
> which could be a cause of friction with a woman of a non dependant
> personality, if yet he would not be the type seeking (or fitting) a
> dependant character. Clashes between the preconceived ''American dream''
> and reality, say. Me no want to play Barbie and Ken.
>
> Don't get me wrong: he is very nice: I got home again yesterday to supper
> in the oven: pizza.
> But I had just gone through 1.5 hours of very noisy traffic and heavy
> pollution, wanted a lil 30 mins of breathing, relaxing after work, while
> he already had set that we would eat supper then go for a walk then go to
> Wall-Mart, because it made him giggle endlessly that I never had set foot
> in a Wall-Mart, which he finds a funny place one shoudl experience just fr
> the heck of it which is quite fine, but maybe not right after ending a
> week of mad work and impossible traffic after lacking sleep all week,
> while he naps in the afternoons.
You take everything so positively. I'd have said, I need to rest.
> My having a nap would seem yet out of question and nearly disgusting to
> him, because there is always work to be done in the house, of course.
If I take a little nap, I get a lot more done afterward.
[..]
>
> Good will, but the ''leader'' side is in the way, if you see wat I mean.
Yeah..
> Still, good will is extremely rare nowadays, and after all, he does not
> have to help at all, so as I said, any help is welcome. What gets doen
> will get done, but it just will not be what help I *needed* urgently given
> the situation, and the postponing as I said makes it so that the weather
> now forces me to use the furnace at times, each time making me quite
> worried. Indian summer will soon be past, and I will be left to face the
> results.
>
> Lacking sleep makes me grumpy too, and I was quite that yesterday, if
> looking back makes it quite understandable in my eyes.
With me, lacking severe sleep, gets me not be productive to the point
of doing nothing; low blood suger gets me grumpy.
[..]
Eleonore Beaudoin
I am the same...But we adapted better since then: after he felt he could
help me with major things that needed done rush, he finally elarned to
relax and that eh id not ave t do this or that to earn his ''keeping''. he
is a free human being. He does always ledn a hand and each day, many
time,s asks what eh can do to help.
But he learned that it is quite fine to sleep when sick, to res,a dn that
I eman it: sleep is sacred when one needs it, to me: I will not in any way
interrupt their sleep, unless their life depends on it or they ask me to
wake them up.
The last days, sicne I coudl not trust my alarm clock, he got another pof
my defectve oens in hsi rom, to make sure that I had two chances of waking
up to get to work on time. He then woudlw ake up at 4:30 to wake me up
woud mine not ring. So see, he will really go ut of hsi way to help, anmd
is very helpful indeed.
He thanks me for the day and for every single little thing there wa in a
day, every single evenign before he goes to bed. Makes me smile and do the
same:).
He also learned that it was okay to tell me when I crossed the line, liek
when I got upset at Lad for peing in the hosue after I had just washed the
floor, and said so to him on an angry tone.later he said ÔIf you are
upset, fine, but uless youa re upset at me, don't get upset at me,
okay?''.He is like me in some ways: he elarned he too can say what he
thinks and that no retaliation will b created for that much:). Takes
people time, but thy elarn they can breath:). Usually I have to teach them
that they can leae me some air, too, btu that is not the case so far.:)
He asked wjat were my plans for the evenign and the rest fo the week. I
mentioned wanting to go tot eh farm to get some ore palnts my om said she
had for me that need moved before it gts too cold. lese they will die in
the ride back hhere. I asked if he woudl liek to come. He said he woudl be
glad if it can be of help to me for him toc arry the pants.I added that I
thought he might like a ride on the country sidefor a change. He was
trhilled abotu that thought: ÔSo we goign tot eh farmthen?:) Good! Yeah,
That woudl be nice!''.
Then said it was supposedto be nice weatehrthis weekend, milder, and
maybe it still woudl be nice for the red trees in teh Gatineau antional
park., and that there was a belvedere where we coudl see for miles, on top
fo the moutian, with a nce lil path to walk nto too log nto too shrt with
a lil creek...he seemed thrilled at that too, explainign that before goign
abck to Europe, he wanted to do all he could with the huge space we had in
candada, i.e. logn walks and all to enjoy with the nature and all,
vbecause in urope there is so much people and places liek that are rare.
I entioend I wnated to finish the paint of the ceiling downstairs, showign
him I ahd redone the contours in prevision but never got to the ceiling
iself, btu that with the bad sore throat we both have from the fungus work
and the drano in the basement drain adn so on, we shoudl ntodo that this
weekend for sure. I added that my worry was that t havig time off left,
ther woudl be days with closed windows and doors where I woudl efarfr the
pets, specially the bords, witht he paint fumes.he ten offeredto then take
care of it, ie. of beign sure they ahd fresh air witout freezinfg, whiel
the paint smell woudl last.
Asked him if he wantedto come wiht me to do the errads tomorrow, including
grocery shopping. Decided we woudl go out for a sack, while we woudlmake a
lst of what was needed as I have to be careful with the budget thispay
around, bills bweing higher than usual: balanceof the yearly equal
payments, adjustment, for power and gas, so...
he seemd thrilled even to go do hat, but woudl it be a bore, not sure he
would say so:). Seemed genuinely happy about it, though.
Told him that sure, I woudl get him the double pizzas he said he liked:).
And that sicne I do eat so little, the idea was to have him pick what he
liked, too, else it woudl go to waste.
Anyway. easy to live by now. Got hme, he stillw as out crashedasleep again
tired from work ebing a rush of yet the same task each day sicne a week.
Gets to be routine, if needs concentration, and gets borign after a while.
Nothign liek boredom to make one feel tired:).
Now fed the pigeiosn when eh got home aroudn 9 (poor pigeons) and after we
chit chatted, eh went to bed, sayign that theycalled for rain tomorrow so
that given his cold and throt ache he woudl not go out f thatw as fine
with me.I reminded him that eh did NOT ahve to elave theplace justc ause I
did. Reassured him when I kidded that I was not oen bit worried what he
coudl do, in my place cause forstI trusted him, and second, logic had it
too that so close to his citizenship, he woudl never do anythignw rogn
anyway!:) That amde him laugh like oen fnding the reasoning intelligent.
That was cause the other day eh wanted to do an errand for me but I had no
cash and he refusedto use my banking card. Liek I had a fortune in there,
pft:). I then ahd to get dressed to go ut again, f he insisted to come wth
em to not let me out at ight alone.
Very knd and thoughtful, polite, etc, and yet able of his own mind and
thinking, and spolid thatw ay. Tank Goodness as I can be a pain on someoen
who woudl be more insecure.
Bed tiem calling.....
Later,
C