Yesterday he complimented me in a way I couldn’t dismiss. He told me that guy who regularly rolls down the sidewalk in his wheel chair ogled my butt.
The day before he carefully shopped for and skillfully selected my favorite flowers for Mother’s day, LIVERWORT! I love those guys.
And the day before, as usual, he washed the dishes and because I put the silverware away he noticed, “Hey! Who touched MY dishes?” He called out from the kitchen.
He’s an ex-soldier, so I’m safe and he’s sweetness and his compassion know no bounds, so I’m even safer yet. But his brain is my favorite possession. Today he heard a man call a radio program complaining the train running very near his home is too noisy. The man wanted it to go. The radio host asked if the train was using the track when, and even before, he bought the house. John’s response was beyond logic, “Make lemon aid into lemons! If I owned that house I’d run a wire out to the track then I’d have a thousand miles long antenna!”  nancymauerman.com