Today the old woman is still giving me the silent treatment,, which is fine because at least I have my piece of mind. No noise, no nagging. Best of all she is not coughing, which is due to her karmic inability to live harmoniously in this environment. She calls it either asthma or allergies.
Yesterday, like today, she has been rough with inanimate objects, of which two objects – red cap of the coffee creamer and plastic cup of spot – have fallen to the floor. Since she had been under the step-down treatment for her asthma, she walks and works around the house unusually fast.
I was humoring myself. Besides if she keeps this up, we are going nowhere. Hopefully, she can get over her grudge with me and take a hint of how being and doing things alone is both boring and counterproductive.
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