Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Post 2317 - City Living

I am back in the city after several days at my mother's.  I don't know what it is about Valley weather, but I find I can't get enough sleep when I am down there.  I turned in around 9:30 Monday evening.  Don't judge me. 

This was after several hours of driving my mother around from place to place and working far too hard to remove a burned out light bulb from a light fixture that is certainly original to the house.  I'm sure that the old bulb had been in that fixture for many, many years.  I had to use needle nose pliers to remove the screws holding the cover in place.  I felt proud of myself.  Do you feel proud of me?  I hope so, because I crave the attention.  Did I ever tell you I was bullied in high school? 

What else is going on?  Not much.  I drove back here this afternoon after a quick visit to my mother at her nursing home.  She was still lording it up over having won twice at bingo Monday evening.   I am not sure if they will have a Texas Hold'em night, but my money's on Mom if they do. 

I took Newbie in with me to the nursing home today.  It was warm enough that I didn't want to leave him in the car, even with the windows partially rolled down.   I don't want to take any chances with my buddy.

Mom likes Newbie in the same way that I like carrots.  I know that they're good for me, but the taste of them drives me away from consuming them.  Mom is curt toward Newbie, but that is an improvement over the open hostility she had for him the first time I brought him home.    But he has worked on her and melted her heart.  I think she was secretly happy to see him again.

I took my leave and put gas in the car at the Irving station in Greenwich.  Another 60 dollars.  Yay.  I didn't need that new toothpaste or anything.  The drive back to the city was uneventful.  Newbie was in his carrier, glowering at me as if he were a woman disappointed on her wedding night.  Like I would know what that was like.

Patricia had been busy raking the lawn.  We decided to go out to dinner.  It was the steak at the Lower Deck in Clayton Park.  After the meal, I went to the men's room.   On the way back  to our booth, I noticed an old friend, and a veteran reader of this blog.  It was my old buddy Les Muise.  At the very moment I recognized him though, I banged my knee on one of the tables.   It still hurts, hours later, and after my shower. 

Les and I chatted for a few minutes.  He promised to introduce me to a mucky-muck in town.  This guy might very well like the blog, although maybe Les told me that so that I would leave him alone.  Yeah.  Let's go with that.

Got back to the house.  Showered.   Shaved.  Put on deodorant.  Brushed my teeth.  First time for all of those in a few days.  Yeah.  Valley living.  Gotta love it.

Back to work tomorrow after several days off.  Gonna be a fun 3 day week for me.

See you tomorrow.


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