Clever name of my weekly nail polish from O.P.I. I usually explain the puns to my Vietnamese nail technician but this one made me tired just thinking about it. "Why did you pick THAT nail polish"?, inquired a male friend of mine. Because I saw a picture in the April edition of Ladies home journal of many earthy tones that were "in" this Spring.
Was reading a blog by a young person who had someone die...a twin? a sister? who died. She was all broken up about it and lamenting about the trivial things that people complain about on social media. That's me. Like talking about my NAIL POLISH.
Sitting with the father of a friend today who needs watching. Since I am a doer and a thinker, I always want to ENGAGE the elderly. They are very hard to engage! Asking if he wants to watch TV, read, listen to music, go for a ride in the wheelchair to look at the flowers and trees. Even as I am saying it, I am thinking how LAME I sound, if these are the only possible activities available. Of course, he exhibits NO interest in any of these. Perhaps one should just do stuff and not ask? Or just let the aging "vege out" as my friend used to say. I do not approve of aides who talk on the phone instead of paying attention to their clients, but here I sit on the laptop while two aides bathe my ward
I don't want to bother him but I don't want to ignore him either.
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