2005 Story Set
| Date: April 13, 2005 Since I have an empty nest, whether or not I was ready for it, unfortunately, and you would think I could get out of the house to work on time easily. Ignoring the fur children. Well, not me! First, I have refused, downright refused, to set the alarm unless under great duress. So, I have to wake up. This is tricky if I have had a sleepless night (I have them) or tossed and turned (I do, I do). I did wake up - at 7:30AM, a few minutes, like 60, off-schedule. I am due at the dentist at 10AM for root planing. Don't ask me how to spell it but it involves numbing the gum line and gouging out your gums and 3-4 visits to do this. This is to be done before I get Invisaline braces. Which I need before I get a few cap replacements and decide of any veneers are needed. I am putting my neglected mouth back together. I got up and decided that I was very clever since I had put out the garbage cans last night. This is good because they will come promptly at 7 AM if I fail to put them out. They will drift in anytime when I do. I managed to answer email. I remember that I need to deliver a check for the IRS to my accountant before Friday. I managed to contemplate what I wanted for breakfast since I am now out of whole eggs (lots of substitute). Two envelopes of Cream of Wheat. Made with milk. Brown sugar. Perfect. And I made tuna fish for lunch with bread and butter - the bread being sprouted Rye. Healthy. I also sit on the couch with a bucket of pills and dole out my daily allotment for the morning and sip coffee while I watch House Doctor (BBC America because American TV is horrid). It is now time to rock and roll, dog is out and I know where my glasses and car keys are. This is important stuff since my helper is no longer here to help me. Mostly he would stand there and I would run madly around him, but having him there somehow made it better. It always made it better. Whatever it was. I loved him. So I run to the shower, and remember that I did not get new spray-on deodorant - but I do have roll-on from the last time I shirked running to the store. I am working on making a shopping list. I got my make-up on - forgetting about the dentist, I also put on lipstick. I grabbed pants. I grabbed trouser socks. I have made it into my bra. I am certain about the new jacket (which needs to go back - a snap broke - but I did not find that until later). I haven't decided on a top. I am in one boot. And the phone rang. Whoopsie! Now, who is calling me at this hour? Could be the office since I am part of the pants-on-fire-do-a-datasheet-in-a-week barrage. (Silly people. It takes longer than that. They shall reap the whirlwind. Trust me.) It is ---- Wait for it ---- FABIO!!!!! Good lord. I am now frantic. The dentist appointment is looming. I have Fabio on the line. And I can't find the missing boot. He told me about his upcoming event (he is in New York). Seems he is leading a white horse down Times Square tomorrow noon - oh Lord. I told him not to wear leather pants. I had a hard time explaining that one. Something like leather pants in San Francisco. But then, I haven't lived on the East Coast for decades. Then I asked if he was carrying a sword and a shield. Like the contestants on Mr. Romance (his show on Oxygen). Now that would be hot. No, just normal clothes. Well, Fabio in jeans is worth 10 others in chain mail. But I want to SEE IT!! I want a photo! He's pondering that. Mr. Romance may run sequels. GOOD! Great, I said. Now I have to loose weight so I could be one of the princesses they rescue! (At my present weight, it would take more than one to lift me.) Fabio called because he is checking on me. Checking to see how I am doing since I lost my beloved younger son. He knew John and thought the world of him too. I am doing. I have to keep distracted and busy. Only way to deal. Slams into you now and then. It's hard to describe how your blood pressure, breathing, gut and brain all do a war dance on you. It is actually painful. And I am trying not to fall apart because if John is watching over me as they say, I don't want him distracted. I want him free to carry on in whatever he is doing. That's the way to do it Fabio tells me. He gets it. Then he said that he called me five times Monday and got a busy signal. Wait. At 4:30 I was not home! SBC!!! WHAT GIVES!! No phone company should be between me and a certain tall, blond (well, brown haired) Italian! Suffice it to say, I will be chatting with them. Afterward, I grabbed my blouse, jacket, a few odds and ends and bolted out the door. I might still make it. But ---- I was too distracted by events and drove by the exit I needed for the dentist and went all the way to work. As I rounded the corner on Blakow (by the San Jose airport), it dawned on me. Egad! I forgot the dentist! So I swung a U-turn and ran back to the freeway, through 5-minute (I swear) red lights and on up three miles, and this time made the correct turn to the dentist. 20 minutes late. She asked what happened. I said, I have a good excuse. You see, a tall, blond Italian called ---- 'Nuff said. No name needed. That's a great excuse, she said. She knew who I was talking about. Oh yeah. They promptly began shoving needles in my gums and cleaning out the gum line. Trust me. It is 9 PM and I am still in pain. I need a hug. My accountant is still waiting. |
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