Popsicle treat!

I do love my jobs, the people at both are so nice.

Last month it was super hot out, so before work I was going to pop into a convenience store near my one client with disabilities' so I could pick up a popsicle and cool myself down, as well as readjust my waters/sugars during hot weather, which is something that I firmly believe in.

So, I texted ahead to my client's sister to check, and she was there at her sister's and she said they'd both welcome a treat, only she misread "pop" and not "pop ice" and so she started texting on and on about how Crush was okay, but not Fanta etc. etc. etc., since they didn't want me to spend money on something they wouldn't have.

So, I texted back that I said "pop ice" and to check if they'd want that, though I'd be happy to pick up pop for them as a treat too, and she texted back LOL or something, and then she said that they'd welcome the popsicles.

So, I bought popsicles for them too, and we all enjoyed them together when I got there.

Crack of a temporarily disgruntled resthome resident.

The other week this one resthome resident with memory issues was a bit disgruntled when I got her up from her nap to go get ready for dinner.

A bit later, she said she had a date that night.

"With me?", I was like.

"No, with someone good-looking," she was like.  "And if you have a problem with that, go take it up with your parents."

. . .

(I might have already posted this, but I didn't see it on my blog already and it's too good a story to let die, so I'm just putting the story up as a post again, and if it's a repeat, so be it.)

Conversations between my resthome coworkers.

I'm very fascinated by when my resthome coworkers from different countries initiate conversations among themselves.

Especially lately that's been happening between my one (male) (Tibetan) coworker and a few of the (Ethiopian) women.

Like a month or two ago, him and my one edgy (Ethiopian) coworker were talking about if driving Uber and Lyft was worth it.  He said yes it looked like it, but she said no, be careful.

Like this week, him and her and my one (Ethiopian) coworker with a veil were having some intense conversation when I came in to sit down for the staff meal, and right away my one edgy (Ethiopian) coworker sticks out her finger and makes a circle around the tip and asks what that is.

It quickly becomes apparent that they were talking about my one (male) (Tibetan) coworker's new baby, so I was like, "That's a foreskin, and when you cut off the foreskin, that's circumcision."

"Circumcision, that's it," my one edgy (Ethiopian) coworker was like.  "In our country, no, but him, his baby, yes."

"But you have to understand, it's better that way, it's natural," he was like to her, and then they started talking again intensely as my one (Ethiopian) coworker with a veil asked me about the U.S. and about me.

I told her about standards in the U.S. but otherwise demurred, and I quickly left that conversation.

Polish sausage disappointment.

The other week at the grocery store, Polish sausage was on sale for a dollar ninety-nine a pound, so I picked up a piece to chop up and add into some potato salad when I'd be making it.

At the time I was all excited at the deal and the salad, but then I got home and tried a slice, and it was just kind of bland and greasy.  Very, very disappointing.

And, I'm trying to lose a few pounds, too.

So, bad decision all around!

It just wasn't worth it, it turned out.

Two tibdbits from a mob book that I've been reading.

It says:

1) When you set a car on fire with gasoline inside, not cracking a window can starve the fire of oxygen and make it go out before it incinerates the entire car.

2) One mobster the author knew had a slice of an abortion clinic, which everyone in the mob found weird, too.

Practice at Letting Go.

My laptop had some major issues that cost like $300 to repair, and because of the heat this summer there were a few days where I didn't get enough sleep like I should have before work, but whenever I found myself dwelling on my money troubles or the sleep I should have gotten, I decided it really wasn't that important and I told myself so, to practice letting go.

It kind of worked, since in all honesty, those problems really aren't that bad.

I'm kind of proud of myself for that.

A new routine I have with a resthome resident:

I look up online poetry and read it to her for 10 minutes as she does her evening exercises that she's supposed to do.

Our first poem was by Sylvia Plath; I had suggested something light like Ogden Nash, but that's just not her style, and she took me up on my joke offer of Sylvia Plath.