i stopped by the front desk as a favor. "did you know that there is water pooling out of the wall by room 508? the carpet is soaked."
"outside the room?"
"yes, and the wet spot keeps getting bigger. i just thought i would let you know."
"that is nice of you monsieur, but there is nothing i can do. goodnight."
if you don't care that your shower is flooding in one of you hallways, i guess i don't either mister.
on another note, i sang happy birthday to a woman in a retirement home. she was ver happy. another woman has a poor dog that is about the size of roxy only it is paralyzed from the waist down. because i can't move, he is super fat and can hardly drag himself. it is the sadest thing i saw all day. she talks to him as if he were a person.
i got to sit down and eat a meal at the manor with volunteers and elderly, a special treat. we had a typical provoncal meal: an appetizer with sun-dried tomato paste, avacado, and olives. cod with vegetables and aioli sauce. fromage and pain. fruit salad for dessert. i of course didn't particpate in the 5 other courses intermixed that involved alcohol. all of this and 85 degrees? i could get used to this.
No comments:
Post a Comment