A friend sent this to me. I think you will enjoy it. Turn your speakers up.
Yesterday in the mail, Mother received a confirmation packet from the United States Postal Service confirming the address change she had submitted. In the packet, were several advertisements. One of those ads came from AOL. It was a CD. Mother commented that she would listen to it later. I thought to myself, “that will be interesting to see if you could hear anything on a software disc.” I did not voice this to Mom.
After dinner, I had two DVR’d shows to watch, Medium and Commander in Chief. I was about 20 minutes into Medium, when Mother got up and left the room. I was so involved in the show; I did not notice her departure. A few moments later I heard the most awful noise coming from the direction of the hall. It sounded like it could be the fire alarm, which is mounted to the ceiling right outside Mother’s bedroom. I ran into the hall. I could not see smoke, but I was certain I smelled it. I went to Mother’s room, to save her from the house afire. She was at her Bose Radio/CD player. She had the AOL disc in her hand. It was the AOL disc that made the awful noise.
Afterward, Mother and I had several good laughs about the incident.
I spent this weekend in Austin. I arrived there late Thursday. Sadly, Magda was already asleep. I did spend some quality time with Jennifer and Stepan and ate some of the wonderful pot roast of which Jen spoke in her recent entry.
It was delicious.
The next day, Jen, Magda, and the abuelito went for breakfast at Café Java. On our way home I asked for and received the lemon from Benny’s tea. I was going to let Magda chew on it. She had no interest in doing this, so there I sat on the drive home with a lemon wedge in my hand. When Jen pulled into the drive, I opened the car door to toss the lemon wedge to the front lawn. I wanted to make sure it got to the lawn so a drew my hand back and with all the force I could muster tossed the lemon. I slammed my hand into the top of the door. In the eighties, I broke the little finger on my right hand while dancing. I knew, by the amount of pain I experienced, that I had broken it again. Now, a few days later, I decided I did not break my finger, but severly bruised it and the one next to it. In the eighties event, I had been somewhat “medicated” and probably did not feel all the pain the break caused---especially since it happened early in the evening and I stayed til closing time dancing and having fun. Also, my ring finger is so swollen, I cannot wear my ring.
On Saturday, Jen, Step and I went for a long walk through Walnut Creek Park with the pups. Jen also spoke of this in her blog entry. During the walk, when we got to the little stream that runs through the park, we sat Magda down next to the water. She slapped the water and played and really enjoyed herself there. We were gone for a little over 2 hours. Magda slept for possibly 45 minutes during that time. When we got back to the house, we relaxed until it was time to get ready to go out for the evening. We had plans to go ballroom dancing. During this time, Jen and Step’s house was being painted. To protect the window screens from the spray of paint, the painters covered them with plastic. While I was in the shower, I noticed the plastic being peeled away from the window above the bathtub. I remembered thinking; “did they wait til the heard the sound of the shower running to do this. I watched for a bit and saw nobody, so I continued with the business at hand. A few moments later I looked up and saw one of the painters working above the window. If he looked down, he could see me in all my nakedness. Now I know what Adam and Eve felt like when they were trying to hide themselves. I dashed out of the shower, grabbed a towel and finished in Jen’s bathroom.
Sunday was Jennifer’s birthday. She got many gifts. One of them was this mesh covered ball that when squeeze, these disgusting looking boils would appear all over it. Everyone was enthralled with squeezing the ball. Stepan and Elizabeth managed to squeeze the hardest because their squeezes rendered more warty looking things to appear. I gave the ball the last squeezed and was amazed to see one of the boils keep growing and growing. I did not realize at first that the ball had burst and was oozing the yellow snotty looking goo all over my hand.
There are a few footnotes to this entry:
1. This is the second time I have written this. Last night while I was watching the football game, something happened and all but the orizinal blurb disappeared. The original writing was more clever than this one, I assure you.
2. The paint job on the house looks fantastic. It is pale yellow, with dark green trim. My favorite part is the red door.
3. When I was leaving Jen’s house Sunday evening, I dropped my suitcase on my right foot. So, in addition to having two bruised fingers on my right hand, I have a nasty looking bruise on my foot.
Tonight Mother and I played a couple of games of Skipbo. She beat me at both games. However, in the background my iPod was playing various tunes from my musical library. There is one tune that reminds me of my dad's piano playing. It is Sunpie's Stomp. When I commented to mom that this reminded me of dad's piano, she asked if I remembered his playing "Rhapsody In Blue. " I did not remember him playing that piece. It is one of my favorites. Mom said that he would practice and practice that because he played it in the minstrels. I asked if that is when all the players would go "black". and she said yes. She asked, "who has the pictures of the minstrels? " So, if anyone knows where the pictures of daddy and Jesse Estrada's Jazz band with blackend faces are, please advise in the comment area of this site. OOps! I am wrong. It was not Jesse Estrada's band, it was John Bindel, Benny Withrow and John Williams. She remembers a song where John Bindel sat on Benny Withrow's lap and sang "Sonny Boy." The truth is, mom does not remember all who participated, but she does remember that it "was a good show."