Hurt feelings, Good feelings, and Friends Who Save the Day.

So many scattered thoughts in my mind. I wanted to write about feelings, and not so much about facts. I know I've written about both, and my gentle readers know by now that, like someone said about Mark Twain, I am a "person of extraordinary contrasts." The objective of my blog is, like the objective of Roughing It, "to help the resting reader while away an idle hour . . . " There is a good deal of factual information in this blog, and for that I apologize. (Not really, but I thought that was very funny.)
I got a phone call from a police charity, and the solicitor was nice to me, so I was nice to him. When I politely said that I couldn't give anything to his charity, he grumbled something about, "More money for us!" before abruptly hanging up. That made me mad . . . and sad . . . but mostly mad. I mean, I was really nice to this guy. That kind of thing happens all the time, I know, to others and to me, but you never get used to it. People being jerks. As I stared at the phone with my jaw dropped and steam coming out of my ears, the thought of that mean man and the hurt feelings he gave me made me think of a very nice girl and the good feelings she gave me. Years ago, I was verbally assaulted by an enraged co-worker. I was speechless to answer her barrage of words. I may have cried, or just stared in stupefaction. A few minutes later, a good friend told me that that unwarranted verbal attack had made her mad, and she had talked to the assailant about the injustice of her craziness towards me, and she had come to my defense. That was a good friend, and she made me feel very good.

I am planning to rewrite my profile after so many moons, and I will probably not use so many big words . . . but I will miss them; especially "quixotic." Oh, well, I guess that just comes with the territory when you are a sesquipedalian.

I will end this post with a funny and lighthearted anecdote.

Jos came out to see me-she lives close. We had dinner here, and then went to Buca di Beppo for dessert. I had a $10 gift certificate. They have gelato. They have big portions. So, Jos and I got two orders of gelato (chocolate and pistachio), and waited for our HUGE desserts to come. This is what came: a cone the size of a large finger with a tablespoon of gelato on top. Jos and I both bit our tongues and avoided eye contact at all costs, knowing we would burst forth in an uproar of laughter. And we were successful . . . for a while. It was not long before the ridiculousness of the situation caught up with us, and the uproarious laughter came. The waitress asked us if we wanted anything else. I had to spend the $10, and I doubted these sample sized desserts would add up to that, so I asked how much they were, and then informed the waitress that we'd be needing two or three more . . . each. That evening was a whirlwind of laughter.