Empathy

...So I went and did an estimate this morning. Somewhere in central Austin. The houses there reminded me of the Wonder Years.

Now, the lady were moving, yeah, she’s doesn’t want to me. She told several times, but she’s ninety-three, uses a one of those sliding walkers, and apparently feel awhile ago. “Not at in this house,” she was sure to tell me.

For some reason, I asked what she did in her professional life, and she worked for lawyers. She told me about the first lawyer she worked for and how he kinda of stalked her after he moved to Houston for a couple of months. Even, somehow, called her at her mother-in-law’s house.

We both thought the same thing; perhaps this lawyer wanted a little more than just help at the office. Or at least, her eyes seem to say. She covered up by saying, that this lawyer was a lazy and wanted to her to everything for her.

I did feel bad for her, as I do for most of clients, that feel they’re not ready to leave the only place they’ve known for God knows how long. At the same time, I understand where the family is coming from, and wanting their mom or dad to be safe and watched.

I hope when it’s my time to go into some community, I have the sense to know when people are making decisions on my behalf. I doubt it, but one can only hope. We all get there at some point.

I did a few more stops, dropped off some brochures, and headed home to do some more office work.

I will say this: I’ve had pretty good productive week while off of TikTok or any other social media. I’m not where I wanna be yet, but if this week is any indication, I’m on the right track.

Lucy and I made our own Chipotle bows for dinner tonight and ended the evening watching Rebel Ridge. It wasn’t a bad flick.

Anyways, that was my Friday.