I had a dentist appointment this a.m. so didn’t start off with my usual routine. That’s what I’ll blame it on. I stopped first to pick up the proofs from the photographer and found my travel mate had the CD of photos in her possession. I will have to make contact with her as I think she’s distracted because she’s heading off on ANOTHER trip on Monday. This one is a girls group to New York city for a week and there is talk of Broadway shows, museums, shopping etc. Did I say I’m jealous? I’ve got to figure out what I’m doing wrong.
I worked in the district facility today as I had to chair a meeting and that’s not something I care to do by teleconference with everyone else sitting face to face. I was the only one in my job classification there so out numbered and the topic was depressing. How fun. At least the trip to the district gave me a chance to visit Frenchy’s (small pleasures again) and find some sheets and towels for university dorms, hooded sweatshirts and t-shirts for fishermen.
I also had to pick up more vaccine. As I said to the clerk dispensing MMR vaccine “everyone should have a hobby, do you enjoy yours?” I was telling her and one of the nurses I used to work with that as I lugged the cooler with ice packs around I pretended that I was an important transplant surgeon carrying organs to the flight I was catching. The PH nurse says “with all the specialist shortages are you doing the transplant on yourself?” So I told her “yes, it’s my brain that needs replacing for being mixed up with this outfit” and she was breathless with laughter.
Speaking of pretending… I remember once when the kids were small, likely about ages 4 - 8 years old, the five of us went to the beach one summer afternoon. They had a great time jumping in the waves, making sand castles, swimming, chasing each other with globs of wet sand, and as the tide receded playing in the pools formed. Since they were getting pretty independent I only had to look up from my book on a regular basis and referee the occasional dispute. It was about 4:30 and the air was beginning to
cool and I was trying to convince myself to start collecting our sandy wet stuff and head out to the van. I was speaking to a middle aged lady who was smiling at the kids and talking about how lonely it was now hers were grown and on their own and how she missed this age. I told her that I’d spent the afternoon pretending I was on a Caribbean beach, these children were the neighbours and that I was waiting for a wealthy man in a convertible sports car to pick me up and whisk me away for drinks and dinner on a restaurant patio. The reality was that the man smelled of the bait shed he’d been standing in all day, had a 10 yr old pickup truck, was waiting for me to make his supper and take care of these four rambunctious kids he’d created with me. She laughed and said “I like your life better than your fantasy, it’s reality” and left for her car.It’s hardly been beach weather this week as we’ve been having a cool, wet stretch. But at least I didn’t get drenched like yesterday walking the dog. As the life partner said when I came back soaked yesterday “did you take your soap with you for your shower?” He decided tonight that the weather was cool enough to engage in a sauna without overheating too badly and besides he needed to sweat the toxins out of his system as he got sprayed with Javex 12 today when he was removing the buoy catcher off the boat (cage which keeps rope from entangling in the wheel during lobstering). This is because fishermen are impatient and as both he and the Captain who takes his boat were attempting to work against the tide as the boat was on the slip. Trust me it does NOT do the cotton fibres of sweatshirts, hats, and insulated coveralls any good. Mister was trying out his new sauna sound system and I found him sound asleep with the Sirius radio blasting out classic vinyl hits and the smell of warm cedar in the air when I came back from the walk.
