From the Eighth Floor, You Can See the Cosmos

Ir's been a nutty day on the job. I started off at one site, locked it up at the end of the public visitation hours, then motored up to another site, where we had an event which nobody told me about before this morning. It's okay, I don't mind dealing with the public, and there's usually leftover food after the event, which is a huge bonus when you're working an overnight double shift

One of the attendees of the event was a woman who I have known for years. She used to volunteer for us a few years back. She's hard to pin down agewise, being perhaps late 60s to late 70s. She's an active senior, being involved in an English/Scottish dance group and a knitting group. She told me that she's had a run of bad fortune, the biggest problem being that her landlord of 42 years wants her out of the house, for whatever reason (probably wants to rent to a younger person at a higher rate).

She mentioned that she looked at a place the next town over, an apartment on the 8th floor of a big building. I told her that, at least, she'd have a nice view. She sighed, then said, "Yeah, I'll be able to look out and see trees... and if I see the saucers coming, I can go with them."

It wasn't quite a conversation stopper, but it DID almost break my usually unbreakable poker face. I admire her optimism, though I don't share it... if the saucers DO come, I fear that Fay and the gang might be right.