Captain’s Log 4,527
I started the day with an early morning breakfast meeting. Pancakes and coffee at Denny’s. I certainly know how to live. My meeting was with a very delightful fellow who is as nice as he is cute.
Total sweetie pie who shared pancakes with me
If my hair looked that cute uncolored I would probably do it. Alas, I was not blessed with pretty hair like my breakfast date or Big Sister Mia. Some people get all the breaks. My hair is a completely lifeless color that makes me look old rather than interesting. So, I do a lot to make it look spunky and cute.
My breakfast date also adopted a heroin baby when he was 47 years old and raised her for three years on his own before he met his fiance. They are getting married in a few months and will be raising two children together. It takes quite a heart to take on a child with that many problems, but he did it. She is the love of his life. I cried when he told me the story.
I didn’t cry but I teared up this morning when I looked at the plumbing that is no longer going to spew sludge. It is such a comforting feeling! Especially when I realize there are people in the world with no plumbing at all. Or people with no food or shelter. I know there are two schools of thought about what to do when you see someone standing on the corner holding a sign. To help or not to help in that moment. I often choose to help. Who am I to judge what that person might or might not do with the money? It’s just the way I am. Soft-hearted with hair that looks bad when left to go grey.