When I came home from the hospital after surviving polio in 1949 I had many visitors. It became quite a chore cheering those sad eyed folks up. But people couldn't handle a negative me. So I became attuned to the needs of my visitors and through the years made them laugh and forget how sad looking at me made them feel.

Apparently I have lost this ability. The Friday breakfast which I found very entertaining was not seen that way by everyone. They thought I was angry at them. It's hard to respond to people who think you are mad when you are just being you. I don't want to have to put on a phony cheerful face to people who should know better. I don't know if I have the grace to make the effort. Do people still "get mad" at people outside of high school?

In the meantime Tabitha made an appearance and did a bang up job of cleaning house. I complimented her on turning off her cell phone while she was here and she appreciated the credit. I may invite her for breakfast next time. At least she knows what makes me happy and what makes me mad.