Who's Next?

I'm going to be brief. I'm on vacation this week. I'm having surgery Tuesday (today!) in fact, it's probably over with by now (send flowers!) since I had to be at the hospital at the crack of crack aka 5:30 am. I'll tell you about the surgery later if/when I survive it. If I croak, my sister gets first pick. After my sister is Libby- though my son was not too keen on Libby having her pick before him. I've known Lib longer than I've known my son. Since I've known Libby she begins sentences with "When you die, can I have..." (though it was always a joke, I hope.)

Who wants my Tempur-Pedic™? (You haul!) The bed is not that old, and has one of those bed frames that adjusts. Great fun (for old people)! Whoever takes the bed, has to take the cat too. Don't worry, she will only live a few more years. Her name is Luka. She lives on the 2nd floor. (food is in the bottom cupboard).

This morning I was outside watering my lovely flowers, sweetpea, pincushion, columbine. I had my cell phone with me. It's been ringing off the bloody hook all damn day. Doctor offices, anesthesiolistamentarians, the nurse from the hospital, admitting (they call them admitting because they admit you owe them money), Libby reminding me I said she had second pick (of my stuff), my sister, my mom, my friend Pk (did you do anything weird with that old man??), the dummy at the doc office who forgot to contact me about surgery though today she lost some paperwork so at least that's a change. I'll be refilling that paperwork out at 5:30 am tomorrow. How much you wanna bet that it costs me more money? Admitting...???

Anyway, long story short, my cell phone is with me, and the Verizon robot-lady starts her harping "Please say a command." And even though the Verizon robot-lady will be with me till the end, she's my "help I've fallen and I can't get up" buddy, my one and only - pride and joy, I ignored her steely, cold feelings and said "how 'bout shut the fuck up?" I am all alone in a forest talking to a bossy phone biaach who keeps saying the same thing over and over again. Talk about nagging. I don't know what got into me though whatever it was got out in that instant. At least the surgeon won't have to remove anything extra.

Speaking of breakups, I had lunch with my x's (smaller x, notice?) son who had been phoning and texting on and off to meet for dinner, lunch -- whatever I was willing to pay for. Kidding! I love this young man. He is on his way to Greece for the summer and had something he had to tell me in person. Had. To. Tell. Me. In. Person. He's going into his 3rd year at Boston. I was putting off lunch/dinner because I figured I'd need a dictionary to understand him at this point in his education. But we had a great time! Loved seeing him. The thing he just had to tell me in person is that he's graduating with two B.A.s in something or other. One of the degrees is in Ancient Grecian Formula (I think that's what he said), and the other one is something big and important, and he will graduate a year early and go study in Edinburgh with Snodgrass. (TMI you say?) I spent years with this child. I get dibs on part of that learnin, educatin and brain-age. And then, boy howdy -- did that young man fill my ears with some (not quite gossip since he lived part of it, slightly here-say in a court of law I'd imagine) content that I can't even bring myself to blog about. Let's just say, and you all knew this and tried to tell me, and let's be clear about it, I dodged a freakin crazyass bullet (even if I admit my lunatic friendship with that phone robot woman). I just wanted to bring up the fact that I love my x's kids (in spite of all the damage that occurred by the father) and they both love me and that is all I ever really wanted. To be loved.

Every time I read that sentence tears come to my eyes.

I think it's because I just got that new, used vertical hot-rod car and someone worthy gets dibs on it - only if I croak. Admitting?

Talk to you later this week from here and beyond.