While You're Down There...

I have a Jehovah's Witness woman come over every week for Bible study. I am not familiar with their perspective on it, and the woman who is always in the pair (yes, they always come in pairs...smart women) is not from the US, which makes her perspective even more interesting.

The last study, she brought over...my neighbor. Funny way to meet someone. It appears her cat is the one raiding my cat nip in the back yard during the Summer.

We do talk about the bible, and their perspectives on it. They know I am Agnostic at best, and the rest I leave unsaid. They know I love learning about different religions. I do not waste time not being genuine. They accepted, and so far they have not tried to convert me. I imagine they get a lot of slammed doors.

The "in between" conversations that happen though bring us together as women. This last time, we were talking about age, and how some show it and some don't. My neighbor's son (who I thought was in his teens) is actually my age. I'll stop referring to him as a kid now. His mom, who was sitting at my garden soil and seed packet covered table LOOKS my age. Don't even want to guess.

My illness came up that day, wasn't feeling well but didn't cancel on them, the conversation is usually stimulating and the laughter makes it good medicine. Found out my neighbor is type 2 diabetic and has fibro like symptoms as well.

And here's what got us laughing so hard that our leak proof liners almost failed.

She mentioned how much she hated falling and/or getting down on the ground (yes, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference). BUT if it does happen, she doesn't let it get her down. Hand me a rag, lemme get those floor boards while I'm here. SON! Hand me a tooth brush, I can get that spot on the grout now. Put a mop under my butt..I'll get this section of the floor while I'm scooting around trying to get back up!

I will admit my house keeping skills are probably not up to their standards..they don't seem to care much that I sweep compost off the table before they sit down. I have given them eggs, last week I was given a note book because she noticed I had trouble remembering things from previous conversations.

There are things that bind us together as women that go beyond religion, dogma, or any other label..things like making the most of your time on the floor when you fall because that is the practical thing to do.