I can’t understand why she’s not exhausted

To be fair — yesterday, I was exhausted. But it was a great exhaustion, because I finished those 2 final scenes of the TV pilot script and I was so happy with what I had accomplished.

It took about 6 hours and it was intense. But, wow. I’m so happy.

We’re still going to tweak everything, but now we have a lot of great stuff to work with, that’s already on the page.

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Okay.

I don’t have time to really post today, because I have to leave soon to go see my 94-year-old Japanese client that I absolutely adore.

[How could you not adore him? When I arrive, he’s always still asleep in bed. I go into his room and say, “Good morning.” And his eyes open, and a huge smile breaks out across his face. He reaches his hand out to me, and says, “MARILYN! My angel!” And I say, “Do you want to get up now? I’m making your coffee.” And he says, “YES! I only have 2 more minutes to live!” And then the day begins.)

But I wanted to post about this other sort of incredible thing.

Yesterday, when I was sitting at my kitchen table, getting my dinner ready before I went off to see my evening client, there was a knock on my kitchen door.

It was a girl who lives down the road from me. She’s maybe 16 years old, at the most. And she wanted to use my phone to call her friend.

So I gave her my cellphone and she stood out on my kitchen porch and called her friend. She tried three times. (I saw it on my “recent calls.”)

I don’t really know who this girl is. I know the house she lives in, but I don’t know her name or her family. But last Spring, she came by and did the same thing — wanted to use my cellphone. But that time, she was wearing her pajamas in the middle of the day and wanted to call her mom.

She also seemed to be sort of “wandering” along the road, and maybe even medicated. I let her use my phone three times that day, but then I also went over to the police station, to alert them, in case something was wrong with her and she shouldn’t be out wandering the road in her pajamas.

Well, this year, she’s of course a little older. And she was fully dressed. And seemed totally coherent.

She came back again about 45 minutes later, right when I was really getting ready to head out for my shift, and she wanted to borrow my phone again. And she said, “I need to text my sister, do you have snapchat?”

I told her: no, I didn’t.

So she said, “That’s okay. I’ll just download it onto your phone.”

And she did (!!). And she texted her sister (I know this, because her sister texted my phone later, and her name was “fav sis”.)

Anyway. So strange. I’m just going to leave the snapchat app on there in case she comes back again.

But what I thought was sort of incredible, is that this girl totally trusts me, and she has no clue who I am. I’m just this neighbor lady, halfway down the road, who is absolutely old enough to be her grandmother. Just the thought of how her mind works: Oh, I’ll ask that lady. She’ll help me. And I always do.