I actually ran into trouble by smiling yesterday. A couple of the old codgers in Unc's nursing home are 'off' and one tried to hit me when I smiled at him. He looked so vacant and scared, I thought a smile might help. Luckily, I approached warily and was out of range of his wheelchair. That made Unc angry. When Unc rolled by him in his wheelchair, the man grabbed onto it, and Unc hit him back. Dh had to separate them.
Then another gent, who at least could talk, came into Unc's room to defend me when we were talking loudly (Unc is very deaf, even with his hearing aids in.)
So I might not smile as much today when I'm there! I do try and smile to beggars on the street even though I don't give them anything. I feel they are humans and need acknowledgement that they exist.
Have you seen the story about the two homeless men who responded to the bombing in Manchester?
https://www.nytimes.com/2017/05/24/worl ... .html?_r=0(I constantly preach that we see God in others. This is an important reminder of that.)
I'm up and dressed. Washed my bra and hiking socks so they'll be ready for part 2 of the trip. Today is the halfway point of the trip. I have just enough clothes to get me home unless the weather stays this cold and dank. Last week I wore hiking socks and my feet nearly died. Yesterday I wore them and they were perfect. Same outside temperature but one day was sunny, the other not.
We've barely been rained on so I don't have much to complain about but the dreariness gets to me. Also, there has not been fog so I don't get the fog horns to cheer me up.
Off to breakfast now.