It is raining. Thankfully. I have always liked the rain, and the continuous fire warnings are getting old. A relatively dry winter, not much rain plus plenty of wind means this end of the universe is uncomfortably dry. What we really need is a solid week of hard driving rain.
Mom’s birthday was Friday, so we all went to her favorite restaurant in Bath. The chow is always great at Maxwell’s but rarely cheap. I was the first one there. Mom told me 4pm. Yeah, Mom invited me to her birthday party. So when I arrived at 4pm, the - whatever you call the guy who meets you at the door - told me the reservation was for 430pm. Since I arrived at 345pm I sat by myself for 45 minutes, drinking coffee and watching the river roll by. And being hovered over by our server. Sheesh, she brought me a newspaper.
The acoustics in that place leave something to be desired. I couldn’t hear anything from the other end of our table, but almost needed to cover my ears when a bunch of old biddies landed beside us.
Is that a woman thing? That talking over each other. Maybe it is years of having to use comms discipline that when I am talking and someone else starts talking - I stop talking. Having to manage five radios and all.
Dad has been under the weather for a week now. He’s been to the doctor a couple of times, and the lab works shows nothing. Talking to mom earlier she mentioned he has been in bed all day today.
The last time I talked to him before Friday he said “Looks like I’ll live.”
But his tone gave me chills.
To my chagrin I have always hoped to predecease my parents. Not because I want to cause them pain, or have any kind of death wish, but because of how poorly I am going to react when one of my parents die. I am the oldest, so I am going to have to be the one that keeps it together.
Fuck.
I usually do my bills and balance the checkbook on Sunday. I am particularly undisciplined where it comes to the bills. I round everything up to the nearest 20 and let billpay take care of it. Bonus comes when I do a full balance and realize I don’t owe anyone this month.
So I have an extra 700 bucks laying around. That could get me half a trip to see my son and grandson. Or a couple of hours in an indoc flight in the Cirrus sr22t. A trip to Boston. A new chair. A couple of hours with that blonde in Bath.
My problems seem so inconsequential.
No idea who she is, showed up in my FB newsfeed. But I’ll be damned if every time I see that picture my lizard brain goes completely nuts. The implants are a little over the top, but that torso and belly. Gawd!
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