Short answer-DoorDash

What are you doing this evening?

This was actually a prompt from a few days ago, but I want to share a short story.

I started DoorDash about a month ago. You start to recognize other Doordashers hanging out, waiting for orders.

I’ll start conversations with them, just to keep myself entertained.

Hanging out in front of the York City McDonald’s, where shootings are frequent and food is slow, I nodded to a guy probably in his late 20s with a few face tattoos. I asked “dashing”?

He replied, “yes”, with a sigh.

I stated, “yeah me, too. I have student loans I want to pay off before I retire.”

He replied, “oh yeah!” with enthusiasm. And added, “I have to pay off my fines and restitution so probation will let me leave this shit state.”

I raised my eyebrows with full sincerity, and even nodded, replying, “I hope that works out for you.”

He said “thanks” and went onward in his dashing.

I have to say, Dashing is quite the experience.

😂 P.

If my mom had 4 arms

Leg hugs

I had surgery on my knee this past Friday. It went well. Compared to the Achilles tendon repair I had two years ago, this is a piece of cake.

I’m to use these leg compression devices for 15 days after my surgery. I actually like them a lot and may continue to use them. It’s good for my circulation in my left leg too. The skinny leg, as my husband calls it.

My mom used to rub my legs at night when I would wake up in my early teens with horrific growing pains. She would knead each one, up and down, easing my aching muscles.

Oddly, these compression devices, remind me of the massages she would give to help ease the pain.

Well, if she had 4 arms.

Missing mom,

~P.

What does practice mean?

Do you practice religion?

Religion has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. My family has attended services since I was born. That tiny church was in a rural setting, where everyone knew each other, and probably their business too.

You know I’m right.

As an adult, I attended a large church for a few years with my husband and children. We got to know a few people but, as a friend were invited to join us once said, “It’s like God -The Machine” with so many attendees.

He was impressed with the drum kit the church owned. It was much like a concert, the opposite of my childhood church where we would watch people drift off to sleep, then snap their head back up, cause God was watching us all.

Once Covid hit, we stopped attending and haven’t returned since.

Do I still have my faith? Yes.

Do I get angry at God? Yes.

I ask forgiveness for that. G

God and I are good and I thank that alien in the sky daily for all provided.

~P.

Gift You Didn’t Request

Unwanted gifts from the ex that make you say, “hmmmm.”

She’s noted her stay at YCP TWICE! She refers to prison as camp.

A self-help book arrived in the mail for my husband from his ex-wife. Trust me, he is never interested in her gifts, no matter how thoughtful she thinks she is being. Cost over $10 to ship this surprise.

Keep in minds… she previously texted him all the reasons he should divorce me, starting with, I am a whore. 🙄

The craziest thing about this gifted book is she highlighted sections, redacted words and sections, and even cut out pages and an entire chapters titled, “When Hurt Hits Home” and “Ex is Remarrying” something my husband and I did in 2015.

Where those missing pages of help?

She only wants him to get the self help she highlighted, taking plenty out that she didn’t agree with! I swear she thinks he should take her back, as she says she’s still faithful to him. 😳

Where’s the rest of the book?! 🤷🏻‍♀️

Who does this!?!

Crazy does. 😵‍💫

~P.

Visitor Ignored

Have you ever went to visit someone and they ignored you?

They say they want you to visit, but they do something completely different with other friends, right in front of you. Video games or hang outside while they vape weed or nicotine.

They decide to go somewhere to eat, but you just ate. Didn’t know eating out was going to be an option.

You sit off to the side, bored, wondering why you were told to come over. You didn’t expect others to be there, chatting away about things you don’t understand and don’t want to. You went from being the priority, to forgotten package in a side bin.

They’re all chill. You leave and vow that’s the last time.

Will it be?

~P.