Good morning Reoville!
My grandaughter came over last night with the most awesome gift for me. I'll take pics in a while..maybe even video it's so gorgeous. No, it's not a Reo...but it holds a bunch of them and almost all of my vaping supplies...I call it my vaping station, it sits in honor on the side table beside my recliner.
And here's a true sorta Christmas story....
I opened my front door yesterday morning to fine a shopping bag on the doorknob..inside was a "plastic canvas" tissue holder, with a tissue box, all Christmas colors,
and a Christmas card, with a sweet hand written Christmas message inside...no sig and no name on the envelope.I wracked my brain for hours trying to figure out who would do that. It's a gated community so no one I know could get in and besides, anyone I know would surely put my name on the envelope and sign the card. I'd sent some peanut brittle to one of the "Your Ride" dispatchers a few weeks ago cuz she went out of her way to straighten up a ride I'd booked, which someone cancelled..but she would've signed it.
I only have spoken to a few residents here, one upstairs next to me, and one on the first floor next to me and one that I knew from meetings, but he didn't know my
apartment no.
All I could think of was the old woman next door, ( tho she's is younger than me) as she seems like the sort that would still do the plastic canvas thing.
But I've given her hell ever since her and her dog came up on my patio my first day here and he peed on my foot..twice..
Oh I raised hell, with her and management, she had to shorten the staked leadline, I acted like i was taking pics when she lengthened it again, told her off, just in general was a b..ch with her.Management had to call her a couple of times cuz of me.
So when my GD came over I showed it to her and we put ours heads together and could only come up with that woman.I'd told her that it was my conclusion, too, and then I asked her to go knock on her door with the tissue holder and if she said yes, then to take out the rubber ball dogtoy( it's kinda large and giggles when it's played with) from the same bag and give it to her from me.
Then I said..what the h.., I'll do it.
She apologized, I apologized, I went back and got the last of my peanut brittle and gave it to her, we chitchatted, cleared the aired for a bit, we all got a little teary-eyed, even my GD.
What a grand finale to Christmas day!
The weird thing is, I'd been watching her dog when he was outside ,for a few weeks now, and couldn't help but think how cute he is and feeling ashamed at how badly I'd behaved towards her for all these months,and how in the world I could change it around and thought" I think it's too late now".
She's a much bigger woman than me!She would have been on my poop list for life if she'd harrassed me the same way!
End of my Christmas story...
