Little Things

Lately a lot of little things to make me smile have been happening. Or maybe I have just taken the time to appreciate them.
I was in Little Saigon the other day when a little Asian girl and her mother joined me on the elevator. The little girl about three or four clearly spoke more English than her mother and was very eager to chat with me. She asked me what I was doing, I was using my laptop, so I explained it to her. She asked me several more questions and then looked at me and stared, and then gushed, “I love your eye.” Singular not plural. It made me smile.

Last Wednesday I was having a mediocre day. It was an improvement over Monday and Tuesday, which were significantly not great days. I was home sitting on my couch when my phone rang. Private Number calling. I answered it anyway. “Hi Brook, it's Andy Chanley.” I was so confused. Andy is my favorite DJ on my favorite radio station. He was just calling to say thanks for listening, and to wish me a belated happy birthday.

Last Thursday, I went into a on office around noon and saw two old ladies sitting beside each other in the waiting room. One of them kept groaning, the kind of groans that used to freak me out when I was a kid visiting a rest home. The other was quieter and seemed a little more alert. Their caretaker was dealing with the receptionist and finally sat with the ladies to take a breath before she took them to lunch. The receptionist started asking questions and uncovered this. The old ladies were sisters. One was 98 and the other 99. The older one can barely see and the other one cannot hear well. They live together and look out for each other. They have spent the majority of their lives living on opposite coasts and only recently have moved in together. They were funny old ladies joking about not wanting to wear a hat their caretaker brought, because people might think they were drunk. I am not planning on living that long, but if I do, I want their sense of humor and cool people around me to enjoy.