Conversation with a Nosy Nurse

Dr. Vardakis was running an hour behind by the time it was Cliff's turn to have his procedure done.  A very talkative nurse who was helping prepare him for surgery kept up a running stream of talk, mostly questions.  Something that was said led to the question, "How long have you two been married?"  
"Since 1966," I said.  "You do the math."  
The years go so fast, I never know right off the top of my head.  It's the same with the ages of my children.  
She seemed astonished, and told us what a great accomplishment that was.  Another nurse came in and they were being all light-hearted about something and she burst into song, making up words as she went along.  The poor thing couldn't carry a tune, but she was enjoying herself.  When she paused, I said, "Don't quit your day job."  
She and the other nurse laughed and laughed.  I decided perhaps I might have hurt her feelings, so I said, "It's OK.  The woods would be very silent if no birds sang except the best."  
"Oh, that's good," she replied.  
"I read that on Facebook," I told her.  "You can learn a lot on Facebook."  
"So you're on Facebook?  How many friends do you have?"  
I thought a moment, then said, "Four hundred-something, I think."  
"Really?  How did you get so many Facebook friends?  Do you just go around asking people to friend you?"  
"Oh no," I answered.  "I rarely ask to friend anybody.  See, I used to go to this Christian chat room that no longer exists; I'm Facebook friends with a lot of those people.  And then there are people I interacted with in online forums for years, I'm friends with them.  Like Tractor Tales, which is mostly a bunch of older guys that like tractors.  Oh, and my blog!  When I get a friend request, I always ask if I know them from somewhere, and a lot of times they say they read my blog."  
"So you have a blog..." she said skeptically.  "What do you call it?"  
"Just Me."  
"Just me?  What is it about?"  
Since the Ipad was in my hand, I summoned up my blog and showed her what it looked like. 
"Is that your farm?" she said, seeing the header picture.
"Well, it's only forty acres.  It isn't a real farm, more of a play farm."  
"So," the nosy nurse said, "you have a blog.  Did you always want to be a writer?"  
She wasn't going to stop with the questions.  
"I am a writer," I answered.  "I just don't get paid for it."  
"Yeah, that's what I mean.  Did you want to be a writer for a living?  Shoulda coulda woulda?  That kind of thing?"  
"I love to write," I said, "but I wouldn't go back and change anything about my life.  I love my life."
Now Cliff was laughing, and told her, "See how she is?  We live in a trailer house!"  

Finally the two of us had stumped her, and there were no more questions.  

And to said nurse, in case she googles "just me" and arrives here:  You should probably be a shrink.  Do you see how all your questions led to my realizing how blessed I am and distracted me from the concerns I had about the procedure Cliff was waiting to have done?