November 7 2022
Walked the dogs before breakfast, went shopping, then walked the dogs again.
Prepared a room for guests
Walked the dogs in evening
Made a couple of felted creations
Walked dogs before bed
She wasn't a winner.
Even as a kid, playing those party games that adults arrange so every child ends up with something to take home, Gail always seemed to leave with nothing.
"You come from a long line of losers," her grandfather told her, leaning on his cane, one time after picking her up from one of these events. "You should be proud of it."
If Grandpa hoped to cheer Gail up with those words he would have been disappointed.
But Gail didn't think he expected much of anything.
She wiped her tears and pushed down the feelings of disappointment. It was something she was used to doing.
"At least you've got some friends," Grandpa said, starting to walk along the road. "Most of mine are dead. And those that are left I ain't that keen on."
Gail didn't say anything.
She knew Grandpa was trying to be funny. But she just wasn't in the mood.
Many years later, Gail thought about those times she had spent with her Grandpa. She loved the old man, even if he was very strange, and said some very odd things.