Friday, February 17, 2012
Every minute was the same. First she had to get off the IPhone, then the handbags had to be moved. Then the bottles. A minute passed. First the IPhone, then the handbags, then the bottles. A minute passed. First the IPhone, then the handbags, then the bottles.
As I had woken up very early my mind started to drift. I saw us getting married and walking down the aisle. The organ starts. First she has to get off the IPhone, then she picks up the handbags, then the bag full of bottles. We are married and visiting her sister's house. "Come on Stacy!" I yell from the car. Finally she comes out of the house. First she fiddles with the IPhone, then the handbags and then the bottles. I have to help her put the bottles in the trunk.
Years pass. She's going into hospice care. I am in a wheel chair. She comes up the steps. First she has to fiddle with the IPhone, then comes the handbags, then the bottles.
I shouldn't try to take early flights.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Thursday, February 2, 2012
daytime television. I hate to be a know-it-all but Michele's push ups were little girlie push ups. A real push up has your chin touching the floor, not a space six inches from the floor. I guess it's an election year.