About a week before mom went into the hospital I had emailed her about how I noticed I was starting to act a lot like her. I was being very social with people. I noticed people just talking to me out of the blue. And I had really noticed it while giving blood as I carried on conversations with about 5 different people and pretty much pulled everyone around me into the conversation. It was a very "Cathy" moment that made me laugh. Well part of her response in her email was "LOL - that is the only way to go... I actually have always looked forward to talking to people - just makes life more interesting and 4 out of 5 times you end up laughing at something." It's something I mention often... Mom and her unbelievable desire to laugh.
I have a job interview on Monday. It is a job in a large building with lots of people. And I truly hope I get it. I've been working in jobs with no more than 2 or 3 other people in the entire building since about 2001... and I'm so tired of it. I'm in a job where I sit next to one dude all day... and he snores half the time. I feel the need to interaction... it goes against my introverted nature... and I'll need my alone time at night to recover. But it will be nice to laugh more.
Oh, the rest of mom's email to me that day was this: You were talking
about doing that writing for a month... well, u know what they say...
write what u know. You could write a story about your life - remember
the book Owen (something) can't remember the name of the book but do
remember how his description of absolutely everthing was like you were
standing right there looking at it. Just the fact of moving from Iowa to
the south and living in a single wide trailer. The description of the
neighborhood, etc., would be awesome... just write like u were looking
at everything for the first time... know what I mean? You have such a
mastery with the written word... us are awesome." It's nice to hear her voice even in writing... I think she'd be happy I write on this little thing often. I don't think I have a mastery of the written word... but knowing she liked me writing helps me write. :)
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