A BUSY WEEK JANUARY 20, 2014
For over 4 months, I’ve been spending a lot of time in solitary, so I was looking forward to this past week, which I had 3 little outings lined up for a change of pace.
The cracked knee cap really shuts one down for weeks on end, and there was no way I could maneuver my left leg, with the full leg brace, into the driver’s seat of my car. It would’ve been nice to take a little spin, and stick my nose out the window to get some fresh air and see how the outside world was going along.
On Tuesday, I was going to lunch. Remember the ladies’ golfing group, Desert League? Last year, they surprised me – it was one of 3 surprises I did not see coming in my entire 95 years of living the life. This happened at the Escena Golf Club, and while we were having lunch, I was called up to the podium, plunked down in sort of a Queen Ann chair, they placed crown on my head announcing that I was now an Honorary Member — no more dues to pay. (Here I was 95 years old — the Treasurer would not have to worry too long about that money not coming in.) The thing is nothing was mentioned about other perks, such as free luncheons on Tournament Days, also El Patrón (Tequila.)
This time the Tournament was held at Indian Canyon North Course, so the vistas were awesome, and everyone was glad to see me, at least that’s what they said. The line started forming for the buffet, so there I was starting out with a salad-bowl-shaped Tortilla shell, next came the greens to throw in it, AND THEN, WHADYYA KNOW! There, in all its glory in a mountain-size steel bowl, chuck full of CHEEKIN!!!!! Whatever else I put in the shell is all a blur. I have to be quite honest here and say that the cheekin from Costco is the winner for taste and tenderness in my own personal survey.
On Thursday, Marcie drove over from Moreno Valley to collect her black blouse and box of Kleenex which she had left here at the end of her stint as stand-in for the Warden, while the Warden vacationed the Holidays with her family at the Aztec-Tigua Reservation in Arizona. She had to be on surveillance, probably keeping a log of my comings and goings between the bedroom, the kitchen, my office the dining room, the living room, and don’t forget the bathroom. Go to last week’s story for more on this — that is, if you can stand anymore. She wasn’t here very long when the 3 of us piled into my car — me, me, me in driver’s seat — and off we went to Applebees. It was my treat since I had failed to take her when she was here guarding me, and that had been one of the perks for her job of the week. And the Warden had a free ride, but well worth it. We love Applebees at Washington and Miles because the whole gang there is great, and I can have fun there even in my waning years. We had 2 or 3 greeters, then Jennifer, the Bar Keep took over and had to go and throw some guy out of OUR booth next to the bar. And the poor guy kept apologizing for taking up OUR space. As we were trying to get settled in the booth one of the waitresses walked by, and cried out: “Tequila!” so that broke the ice, for sure. Wonderful food, and there was my “usual” in front of me before I had even gotten myself settled. I call Jennifer “Nurse.”
I have been lying dormant for so long, and my forgetfulness is beginning to show — even to me, I notice. Right here and now, I remembered there were 3 dates for this past week, and I have only talked about 2, so there is one missing. The missing one happened in between the two I have blurbed about , and so I am not about to go back and slip it in there where it belongs. Just remember, I have not mastered the Dragon speak thing yet to save my hands from all this typing. I have plenty to say anytime at all.
It came to be that I just had to get to Sabrina, my hair cutter. I hadn’t seen her in months, and the white locks were looking pretty straggly and definitely needed a trim. Results of my encounter are shown below in photos. After I took the picture of Sabrina, I should’ve had the Warden take a picture of me with Sabrina for you to have the whole picture — but you guessed it: I forgot.
Tune in next week. Another “chilling” rendition of 3 appointments. See, I AM getting ‘round and about more like the “old” me.
MELITAS FORSTER MONDAYS WITH MELITAS