Well, I did go to the Waffle House, after I went to Publix after I got out of the dermatologist's office. I really like this doc. I was sitting in just one of the regular chairs when he came in and I pulled down my shirt over my shoulder and showed him my spots.
"Might be a little basal cell," he said. "It's not going to kill you."
Then I had to get in the chair with the light although they didn't make me take off my shirt and put on a gown and the nursey girl (who called me sweetheart and I liked that and she was pretty) deadened the area, as they say, and then he came in and said, "Now for that great smell," and he took a little slice of the places and off they'll go the lab. If it is basal cell (and I feel sure it is), they'll do a little surgery.
He shook my hand and somehow, I didn't get charged anything. What?
The hardest part was finding my way out of the joint and when I did, a woman who was also just leaving said, "Mary, do you remember me?" and surely I did. It was a woman who used to work with my friend Sue who died twenty years ago. We stood in the front entrance, out of the rain, and caught up with each other. We talked about Sue, how much we miss her still, to this day. I ended up crying a little and then we hugged and each got in our own cars and went off into our own worlds.
A true moment of sweetness.
I wandered around Publix and texted with May. I told her I didn't know what to cook and she suggested tuna lasagna and I thought that was a good idea and got the stuff I need for that.
I had to send her a picture of something I found in the Badia section.
I did not buy any although pinto beans are my favorite. But I like the way I make them just fine.
So I checked out with my tuna lasagna ingredients and then went to the Waffle house where I ate what you see above all though the bacon sucked and I did not eat most of it. It was absolutely the most pleasant time. I sat and read my book and took my time with those delicious hash browns with onions and that raisin toast and apple butter, listening in on conversations, the people behind me, the grill men flirting with the servers, the grayness outside, the bright lights of the Waffle House making everything cheery and bright inside. The coffee was excellent and I left a three dollar tip.
I decided to stop at one of my favorite thrift stores on the way home and I bought a little, lightweight stroller for Jessie and Vergil's baby bean. If they want a real and newer and more bona fide stroller I will gladly keep this one here for when they bring that child over. I spent a good long time looking at stuff and ended up buying old spools of ribbon and this lamp which reminds me a whole lot of the lamp I had as a child.
I showed it to Mr. Moon when he got home tonight and said, "I bet your sisters had one almost like it."
He said, "No, but my mama did."
I am quite pleased with it. It replaces one that tipped over all the damn time and it is pretty perfect.
I sent Lily this picture since she's now obsessed with cross-stitching.
She texted back, "Omg. That is hilarious."
I did not buy it. And for once, I doubt I'll be kicking myself.
Then I drove home through the gray misty day and my neighbor called and asked if I'd like some leftover lemon chicken they weren't going to eat and I said, "Sure," and we met at the gate and he gave it to me and I said, "Who says there's no food delivery in Lloyd?"
So we'll be eating that tonight and have tuna lasagna tomorrow and it's still drizzling and I'm cooking some lentils and brown rice to go with the lemon chicken and I'll heat up the greens we had the other night and it all seems pretty perfect to me.
I took a long nap this afternoon, curled up with Maurice after I read a bit more and Lily's invited me to Owen's Fairy-Tale Ball at school on Friday and I can't wait. He showed us how they've taught them to hold the arm of their partner and I have no idea what this is about but I think it's going to be fun.
I'll probably cry. As I do.
So yeah, I'll be sleeping pretty peacefully tonight, I think. The sun will come out again at some point but until it does, I'm happy to have the sound of the rain falling so gently.
It all feels like a fairy-tale ball to me sometimes. Magical. The gifts I've been given by the benevolent spirits, the giant trees, the true loves, the animal gods. (Thank you, Rebecca.)
Let us dress up in fancy dress, corduroy and cashmere, crook our arms into each other's, and wander through the forest together, dancing when we hear the music, holding tight when go through the dark and spooky places, reassuring each other that soon we shall see the light again, perhaps sparkling diamonds on a swift-flowing river.
I'm going to go make muffins.