Hello again
So taking the skytrain today, reminded me of a missed opportunity. About six months ago, I was coming back from White Rock. I was flirting with this beautiful women and she with me. A seat became available beside her and someone took it. Then one became available in front of her. I took this seat. And I did nothing.
When she arrived at her stop. I heard her, go heh! and then she got off the train. Well, while waiting for the train to stop, she was in front of me, and giving me dirty looks. Well, an upset look.
She was beautiful. To beautiful for me I thought. But not, if she was flirting with me. So since that day, I have looked for her everyday. I have seen many, many people over and over again. But not her.
A missed opportunity. I know we would of got along fine.
But I digress. Today it was pouring rain, when I left Coquitlam. And sunny in white Rock. As usual. I wanted to take mom outside today. But today is bath day. Once a week she gets bathed. This is why I was her everyday and her hair every other day.
I brought mom some pasta, and sauce. Which was in the freezer, So I made the fresh pasta and brought it and warmed it up at the hospital.
Mom had a few bites of it. But wanted the hospital dinner instead. I do understand, I have no spices. Just salt and pepper. It is bland. I tried it.
Mom did eat allot tonight. This is good. Her appetite is coming back. For a few days she was not eating much.
But, since it was bath day, mom was warm and relaxing. So she wanted her daily spa treatment. And to listen to music. Mom even told me not to sing tonight. She just wanted to listen to music and relax. As mom loves her spa treatment. Mom loves when I was her feet. I wash and massage it at the same time, Then I pour hot water over her feet to rinse them off. After I apply this lotion, which goes on cold. Then I spray her feet with this beautiful perfume. At this point in time mom is completely relaxed and ready for bed.
I open the door, the sign mom is ready for bed. We then wait. And when mom is in bed, I turn the music off and sing to her. A good night song. Which I wrote for her.
So I go back through Vancouver, hoping to run into this women. Maybe someday.
GOD bless and good night.
Kris
