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I went to Blimpie and had a nice salad and made the above bracelet! I'm planning on making a necklace and earrings that will coordinate with it. I also wrote a new chapter for Ravens (there will be an extra one in between one and two, I'll post it tomorrow). Ken has my laptop up and running Linux now, so I am able to write in the evenings when he's home and on the computer. DOUBLE YAY!
I met the most interesting man while I was at Blimpie.
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I walked into Blimpie and immediately heard a woman's voice say, "hey, look, it's bead girl!"
The manager came out to greet me and asked me what my day's work would be. He's from India, and he said watching me do the silver and crystal work reminds him of the streets of his home town, where women would lay out hand made jewelry on blankets. He told me that the jewelry we buy in America is "way too expensive and ugly" compared to what the women of his home country make.
Personally, I agree!
Then, as I was working, another man came up to talk to me. He's been coming up and saying "hi" and asking to touch whatever I'm working on for a few weeks. Today he actually talked to me! He told me that he was raised in Nigeria, and that the beads remind him of home. (Two people, two different countries, same reaction? Odd.) Then he told me about how he loves art but isn't coordinated enough. He was in a car accident and was legally dead (eek!) and lost most of the use of one hand. Now he works maintenance at a nursing home. "They feed me," he said, "that's nice."
Aw!
His sister died in the car accident. He said that she was creative, always making things. Folding napkins at restaurants, that sort of thing. Now, that sounds just like me!
He also asked if I was a nurse.
"A nurse?" I said, "no, why?"
"Your face," he said, "when I look at you I see that you care. You want people to be okay. You should be a nurse, helping people."
"You, sir," I said, "are extremely observant!"
We talked for a while about what it's like living outside of your birth country. He talked about how where he lived in Nigeria only got fifteen inches of rain a year. He said, "and that in one week!"
His wife died a while ago. He seemed sweet, and lonely. I told him I come in some Mondays and Saturdays, and that next time we can share a table and he can watch me work. He taught me a handshake he learned in Nigeria. It's "for good friends."
Being a regular has benefits!
