At the Easter vigil, I said hello to a woman I hadn't seen for awhile and she told me she was recovering from the flu and some other problems - which explained her cane. I told her I was glad she was feeling better and wished her a happy Easter.
She had to ask how I was and I mentioned I had eye surgery and everything was fine. She asked if I've been painting. I mentioned I was in a slump and hadn't worked on anything lately. (I must have told her once that I was a painter.)
She immediately diagnosed me with depression and began to tell me about her experience with it - over 20 years ago. The entrance procession was beginning and she couldn't go into detail - so she invited me to visit her and gave me her telephone number. Today she called. I didn't pick up. I didn't listen to the message.
Geez! You try to be nice to people.
I may have to move.
So glad it's over.