This is going to be long winded. I did not sleep well yesterday expecting the wedding group to be more rowdy. But in the end there was no need to have a plan.
An older lady came around to get water, and a lot of it. She comes to the desk and says something even I learned a long time ago, if you hear this you better listen. She said I am supposed to be here to tell you something from God. Okay go......
For the next
three hours she talks, I do not get a full sentence in ever, hardly even a word she talked over me, three hours. And she told me everything about her parents, her kids, and I mean everything. How her parents were married for 49 years, as she said her mom was weak and could not stand pain, and with her father finding out he had cancer the two could not live without each other committed suicide by asphyxiation in the garage with the suburban.
It took her three days to find them, and then the note and will. She made sure I understood that she inherited houses, plural, land and the farm. How she got late in life west nile and said it only happens in August. Every detail, even the first time she made love and why, a snowstorm and how that is her husband of I think she said 69 years.
She goes on and on, to even oh I forgot and someone else a different child and some history, what they do. Finally it, well not finally she talked as I checked people in, took calls for reservations, while I worked she would not get more than a few feet from me.
It was nice in that when the wedding group was coming in. "It has been a long day, your tired go to bed and be quiet." Not a word, they did so.
I told her I had to start the paperwork and then clean as well, so she finally stopped and started asking me questions, and remember she did not let me talk.
You are a perfectionist aren't you? Well yes I am.
You hate to admit when you are wrong? Yes that is true.
And it is because of this you strive to do everything right and perfect. Yes that is true.
But you are depressed. You have not forgiven yourself. Forgiven myself of what?
Marrying the wrong woman. Say again? You have not forgiven yourself for marrying "the" wrong woman.
See your just like my son. A perfectionist, and he married the wrong woman, she did not marry him for love she did so for his money and place to live and used him the whole time. She divorced him and he is still depressed because he will not forgive himself.
hmmmmm from a sunday school teacher for 3 to six year olds at that.... words for me to consider. Night all.