Grams

At lunch a tiny old woman sat down next to me and she was delightful. Her ulna was visible through her nearly transparent skin, she was ancient. She spoke softly but quickly in ¾ English and I probably understood about half of what she said but she was so spirited! She loves foreigners…She’s so proud that people from big countries want to come visit her small country…She is all alone but has no problem… It is good not to rely on other’s support…Every Monday she talks to ???? and learns things… I should go to the temple on Mondays at 2:30 to talk…She goes to the churches and the temples… Can’t decide which she likes best… She’s so happy to meet me… Her old boss was so nice… He still sends her Christmas cards…He took good care of her… took her to business dinners even though she never finished High School…She’s old so she likes to chat chat chat… I can leave if I’m busy (I didn’t want to leave)… She spoke about growing up under the Japanese occupation and I didn’t understand most of what she was saying but enjoyed her stories anyway. I stayed way after my meal was over and got the most sincere send off when I left. I could tell that I made her day by listening to her and she made my day too by being so friendly.