Old People

i really like them.  they're cranky sometimes, and bitter a lot, and lonely and sometimes i dont understand them, but they're great.  they've got a lot to say.  i don't really want to work in a nursing home or anything, but i wouldn't mind working with the old folks.  maybe what i'm doing now is ok. 
 
i went to a 50th wedding anniversary yesterday afternoon.  i saw a bunch of people i didnt' know i was related to, had a good time.  one of my cousin's fiance (the fiance de my cousin, it sounded odd the other way) glared at me, thought i was hitting on him.  oddly enough, she didnt stop glaring when she knew i was his cousin.  maybe that's just how she puts her face.
 
met one of my mom's cousins, danced with her.  her and i and a girl and some kids were the only people on this huge dancefloor, i probably looked ridiculous.  oh well, had a good time, and didn't fall over (that i recall), so it couldn't have been that bad.  what i mean is, at least i was wearing underwear, so if i DID fall over, i'm not taking after THAT cousin (yes, she DID go there).
 
went to the grocery store this morning and saw at least 5 old couples holding hands.  it was the sweetest thing ever.  i'm being bombarded by sweet old couples.