2005 Story Set
| Date: April 24, 2005 First of all, I did magnificent things yesterday. I got out of the house early (this is problem on week-ends - I stay home - go to bed early). I had spilled snail poison into the spa - which added to the snail droppings and the floating snail - and had to drain the spa. I mowed the backyard and trimmed sprouting branches from the base of the red maple. I had watered earlier in the week, and a couple branches, which could not take the weight of the water, Fell, so I pulled them the rest of the way. I new removed them from the back yard "grassy area". Ha ha. WEEDS I mean. But it's green and she (the dog) can run in it. The side yard is calling - but that needs the weedwhacker. I had hand-pulled a ton of weeds from the front yard - but that still needs attention. Meanwhile, all the rain has the geraniums, red and pink, exploding all over the redwood stump fence in the front of the house. My peach trees have peach tree blight and peaches. I have no tomatoes. I have hung up clothing. Sorted some more clothing. So I got out of the house and went to Long's - when I meant to drive to the vet. Because it's time to stop neglecting the animals. I got my pills (seven days after I ordered them) - even though with Aunty Flow arriving early, I don't need progesterone until next month and I had a left-over bottle anyway. So I went down Fremont Blvd and turned on Stevenson to Mission. I got to the vet. Shaky but vertical. Turns out, it has been so long that I have checked in, they thought we were no longer their patient. So I got the flea stuff, left a message for the vet (they all know John), and made an appointment for next month for annual overdue checkups. Trim is over 11 years old. Ranger is about 6. Little Bit - who knows. I was uncomfortable - because the road to the vet is the road to Ohlone College. I was upset enough to go home and wandered around a bit. Sorted the mail - took five armfuls of junk mail out to the recycle bin and reduced the pile to a manageable mess. Checked my balance. And set about getting myself prepared. I must pay Visa, deposit the rent check, and close Johnathan's checking account. It has exceed 40 days. I found and got the form the bank had given me. Actually, given Chuck and me. It requires a notary. I hope the bank has one. So off to Wells Fargo I go. Braless. With a jacket over the tee shirt. First I deposited my check and paid my visa. Then I asked about a notary. Said I had an account to close. Why? Because he's dead. They sent me to a store in the mall by Albertson's. I drove across Mowry, I drove around the mall looking and found it - right next to Papa Murphy's pizza. Yes - they were open and yes, they were a notary. So I got that done. And drove back to the bank, not wanting to repeat this routine. I got there and they sent me to a desk and the woman processed the closure. I had his account statement, his wallet with his dear face inside, his Visa ATM/credit card, and his death certificate, along with the form. They made a copy of the death certificate. So far, I am still using one of them, although we ordered five thinking people wanted originals. By the time she was done, I was fighting not losing it. Yes, they will close it and send me a check. No, they cannot do auto deposit. Or whatever. I hurried out the door before I lost it altogether. I struggled with myself, trying to hold it together. I decided that, since I was out, I needed milk since I had discovered mine was sour and a few other things. Something to temp me to eat a normal dinner. I got into Albertson's, skipped StarBuck's, and started strolling in the store. I decided on Chinese, and had a can of Chow Mien, sprouts, and was examining the dry noodles for carb count when the nearly 3-lb can of Chow Mien fell out of the cart dead center edge down on my left foot, causing me to cry out "Ow!". A woman asked me if I was OK. I said I thought so - she handed me back the can. I started down the aisle, I was in my leather loafers with orthodics, and I did not make the end of the aisle. I turned and hobbled to checkout and made it home. Short trip. I took Advil, Tylenol and screamed into the instant messenger at my older child. He called me after a bit and asked why I was screaming. I asked if I could take Vicodin - oh I have lots of it. And mix it with alcohol. Because I do have a new bottle of wine. He said mix it with beer. I have a super-big can which I have never gotten around to. It was for Labor Day. I had started with two. By now, I had decided I did not need Vicodin, I had a very numb foot. I don't think it broke. But it will be purple. (oh yeah!) Same foot I tripped over the bed frame with earlier - so now I have three purple toes. The two on the right foot are starting to fade, That was the piano when John was still alive. Chuck is worried about me. I am unfocused. Duh! I decided on the beer and found something to watch on TV. This is always a challenge. I had 1/2 the beer. I burp. I decide the flat beer is better. So I take the part of the glass that I did not finish, and finished it later. Because the first part made me sleep but I always wake up late at night. I took my pills. I brought in the dog and found another movie to play in my ear so I don't think. That's always good. I left the open beer can out. I had it for breakfast. |
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