Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Noodle Boy And His Auntie Kathleen



Well, since Hollywood didn't call this morning I took a walk and picked up a bag of trash along the way. When I went into the post office to get my mail, I left the trash outside and forgot to pick it up and bring it home. I was only half way home when I realized this and I was so fucking hot that I did not turn around and get it. Either some one else will do something with it or it will be there tomorrow and I'll get it.
This heat is a killer.
Maybe that was what was wrong with the woman who drove into my yard this afternoon. Heat stroke insanity.
I can't come up with any other reason for her behavior.
Judy and I had just gotten back from going to the doctor and then lunch with Kathleen and this gold SUV pulls into my driveway and pulls up where two other cars are parked and then, for some reason I cannot BEGIN to fathom, drives back to the garage and starts to circle my garden.
There is nothing even slightly resembling a drive around my garden. And it doesn't go anywhere. It's just got bushes to two sides of it and a fire pile to another.
She finally came back to the house where any normal person would have stopped and I went out to say, "What the fuck?" but instead said, "Can I help you?"
She had two dogs which had been running in the road near here a few days ago and was looking for their rightful owners. Both had collars but no tags.
I told her I did not know the dogs and she went on her way but goddam it! I still wish I'd asked her What The Fuck???!!! because I'd really like to know what the hell she was thinking.

So the appointment with Dr. B. went just fine. He's a bit frustrated because Kathleen is having pain but every pain medication he mentions is one which has made her puke in the past. She says her pain is not so bad but the radiation doctor thinks it must be fairly profound and that Kathleen is either not admitting it or just has a really high pain tolerance and she wanted her to talk to Dr. B. about that.
So she did.
And she starts chemo after she's finished with her radiation and we'll see how she tolerates that. He didn't make it sound like it would be SO bad but he does always mention that she'll lose her hair. I gave her a kerchief today for when that happens but I don't think she was completely taken with it. It's the tackiest rendition of the Virgin of Guadalupe you'll ever want to see and has lots of purple and yellow in it (I told you it was tacky) and she does not really care for either of those colors, especially when it comes to wearing them on her own personal body.
But hey! She has it if she needs it! She may need a laugh at some point and this kerchief will certainly help with that.

After the appointment we went to lunch at a nearby place which has sushi and Thai food and I called Lily and she and Owen came and met us. Cheered me right up. The boy ate noodles and rice and bean sprouts and chicken and tofu. He eats everything. He's a real human being which is awesome because his mama doesn't have to tote around jars of smushed up food to feed him. He's like a baby bird and just opens his mouth and accepts what you give him.
I like that about Owen.
I like everything about Owen. Whenever we laugh now, he fake laughs. He doesn't get the joke, most likely, but he's trying to be socially appropriate. This makes us laugh harder and so he does too. It's a wonder we ever stop laughing around him.

So now I'm home and I see that Hollywood still hasn't called so I guess I'll wash the dishes and take a nap.

I'm old and forgetful and it's about to rain and I think a nap before tonight's rehearsal should be just the ticket.
See? No one but old people say just the ticket.
Truthfully, I don't really either but I thought it would be funny.

You can fake laugh if you want to. I won't know.

14 comments:

  1. The never-ending laughter thing cracked ME up. I love those kinds of situations.

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  2. You should find out where she lives and drive around in her yard. It's only fair.

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  3. Heh, Rebecca.

    Maybe she was just scared of reversing. I wish you'd asked, though.

    Love the thought of Owen and his dinner. That's some fine stompin footwear he has on in the lovely photo.

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  4. I am awash in love for this post.

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  5. I did take a long nap and am now not rocking when I walk. It is hot enough to fry an egg.

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  6. i loved your last lines especially, it made me real laugh, then fake laugh, then real laugh again.
    you are the queen of the universe.

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  7. Loved the masks! Your part was fabulous of course. If you ever want to house swap I would be into it! I live in Eugene Oregon which is a GROOVY place to be. We get into the 90's but no humidity. I lived in KC. Mo and know about humidity. Lets talk if you are interested sometime.
    I am Nancy Nortons sister u know n2
    Sue Norton

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  8. Jill- He's such a hoot, that boy.

    Rebecca- Seriously. I should.

    Jo- Walking in shoes is not easy but he's learning.

    Stephanie- I'm so glad.

    Syd- I had the best nap too. It was wonderful.

    Bethany- Ha! I am, though, the queen of this house.

    Sue- Wow! Nice to meet you! I would love to house swap for a bit but you know, this one comes with four dogs, a cat and ten chickens. That might sour the deal for you. Come back and visit again, please! Visit virtually, at least.

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  9. Our fence and gate go a long way in keeping the borderline weirdos sat bay.

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  10. Ms. Trouble- We have a fence and a gate. We do not ever close the gate.

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  11. What's up with that bitch circling your yard? It sort of cracks me up. Only you, Ms. Moon. Only you.

    I would have said, "Hey motherfucker, what in the shit are you doing?"

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  12. Ms. Bastard-Beloved- Heh-heh. That's exactly what I wanted to say.

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  13. I love babies that act like wee birds. Owen is my kind of baby.

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  14. Having the O-Boy on her lap looks to be cheering up our dear Kathleen (since you sent us over to her porch, we've adopted her =o). Love the thought of y'all laughing your way through lunch. Keeses. N2

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