Life is exciting around here lately, and I don't want to go into all of it, so I'll talk about part of it.

This afternoon I was ironing pillowcases and one of the guests knocked on the front door. They came from somewhere in Missouri. Today they left sometime in the morning and were gone until 5 or so. I opened the door and she said: "Guess where we've been all day - the hospital." The other lady had a small heart attack. She wasn't feeling well, so they went to the hospital, and blood enzyme tests showed that's what it was, but she refused to be admitted because she knew they'd keep her for a couple of days, so tomorrow they are driving back to Missouri. You wouldn't know to talk to her that there was any problem, she wasn't a ball of fire before it happened. They WERE going to leave on Sunday, so this helps me, because the next people are supposed to come on Sunday and I won't have to rush these folks out so I can get the house ready.

Yesterday I had to get a ride to the auto body shop with a friend of mine. It was nerve wracking - she drives a giant Cadillac Escalade and riding shotgun it looks like she's just about straddling the center line on our winding mountain roads. And meantime, she's babbling away about taking her dog to the dog park and there was some couple there that the man is a retired doctor, but she never knew him when he was practicing, and our town used to be so small we knew everyone but now we don't, and his wife something, and their dog is a light-colored golden retriever, and then .... I wanted to scream SHUT UP AND DRIVE! I DON'T CARE ABOUT THESE PEOPLE AND THEIR DOG. But I didn't because I figure this is probably how men feel most of the time about what women have to say. But I try not to talk about aimless crap like that.