The sun is up. The house is filling up with light.
Ava got me up. She came in my bedroom wanting to chew my feet. I got up and tried to make her go outside. I opened the door to the deck and went outside (my feet still bare) and tried to verbally coax her. She wasn’t willing so I left the door open and went to the bathroom. After that my memory is not clear. Now though, son Jim has gotten up and between the three of us we are trying to decide if Ava has been outside.
A week or so ago a woman with almost my same name died. Her obit is showing up in local news and I wonder if people think it’s me. Yesterday Jim went to town for something - he explained to me but I don’t recall. When he came home he said he would have been home sooner except he met an old friend/acquaintance/connected person in the convenience store parking lot and conversation ensued. The person he talked to started the conversation with condolences for my death. He was joking. He knew it wasn’t me. But he had scared his wife with the news that I had died. Surprised might be a better word. I’m not sure how scared she would have been. Quite a joker, that guy.
I had much more to say. But I think it’s time to sort my pills and what passes for breakfast.
I might be back
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AND I’m back.
Two things in the same five minutes.
I finished putting together a jigsaw of a beautiful car - I”ve always had a weakness for - an intensely metallic blue C-6 Corvette. It was parked on a steeply slanting street with a bunch of flower planters in the background. So pretty. I was raised a GM girl - my dad had Chevies - in fact there are two Chevies parked in my yard at the moment. And then there was the TV show. Remember ‘Route 66’? On CBS in the late ’50s or early ’60s, with Martin Milner and George Maharis. Maharis was my choice. They drove supposedly on US 66 from week to week having adventures. It was a fairly serious TV show - Sterling Silliphant was involved.
The second thing was a phone call. I know it was a trash call. I answered it anyway.
‘Hey, would you like to buy a Corvette? A blue C-6 Targa? I’m not sure what year or what it’s worth, but it you’d just show up with $50,000 in cash I’m sure we could make a deal.”
The caller paused, and then hung up.
Hey, it you were here, I’d let you answer the one.
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