November 18th
Wow! What a weekend!
The moment Bonnie arrived at my place, she settled in on the couch with her newspaper. She looked at me in my plush, white, freshly-laundered robe and asked: Are you just getting up?
I told her no, I’d been out all morning running errands. One thing I really like about Bonnie is that, instead of dropping the conversation like a lot of people would do, she takes a genuine interest in the minutia of my life. She asked what errands I’d run, what book I’d picked up from the library, what groceries I’d bought at Loblaws, whether I had to wait in line at the bank. Nobody’s ever cared about that stuff before.
And I love talking about all my stupid mundane activities. I used to talk to myself. I probably shouldn’t admit that, but it’s true. I used to m
