Weekend

I know that no one will read this but I will write it anyway. The weekend is done and it is back to work tomorrow. Sometimes I think the last two days have gone by so fast I wonder if there was a weekend. I didn't do anything that was fun, I'm not sure what is fun anymore anyway. When I was younger, I spent time with friends at the skating rink every weekend, we had a great time. Now that I am older and I am a care person for my handicapped wife, I don't have fun anymore, haven't had it for some time. So to fill in the few moments that I have, I go online looking for people to write to, pen pals if you will. I have found some interesting folks there. Mostly women write and that is fine, they share there lives with me and I try to share mine with them. Some of them are lonely, some are in marital situations that is not the best, and some just want to talk. Since I don't know them I can give them advice that is not biased. I can take events from my life, from what I have learned and pass it along to them. Those who are lonely are usually looking for a relationship. I keep them happy by talking to them, listening to their stories. When they find that somebody special, I know they will no longer need my services and I may or may not hear from them anymore. In that case I go looking for someone else who is in need of my attention. Some of these online aquaintences last for years and others last only a few months. That is fine with me because I was a part of their lives for awhile and I am satisfied that they are, hopefully, happy.
So I will end this weekend story and continue my search for another pen pal that I can be of assistance.