SOMETHING FINALLY HAPPENED
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So, I want to tell you about something. No, come closer. Right, sit down, this could take a while.
How do I start? Let me see now. I have to think a moment.
Are you comfortable? Do you need to pee or anything? I wouldn't want to get a flow going and then you have to leave or something.
OK, I'm ready to begin, are you sure you are comfortable.....
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Once upon a time, it was Friday. Ya, this past Friday. Seems a very long time ago but then it was, almost, yesterday. Anyway, I got up on Friday morning, like I do most mornings, at around six o'clock. Yeah, 6am, just around the time the sun comes up. That is usually a very nice time to start the day. Think about it. The birds are singing, the sun is just beginning to peek over the eastern horizon. It is a peaceful time of day.
Anyway, I got up and went to the barn to milk the goats. Just like any other morning. I finished and came in to filter the milk and sat down to have breakfast. Nothing fancy, you know, just a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee. I was sittin there eating my cereal and thinking I should get down the big ceramic bowl I use to mix fromage blanc in. I had two bags of fromage to take down and mix and then package before A. and I could head out to get the new bookcase for her room.
One of A's birthday presents is a five gallon hexagon fish tank just like the sixty gallon one in the dining room. The catch is that a new bookcase is needed so the fishtank has a place to sit.
So, I was sitting at the kitchen table having my cereal and I got up to put the bowl in the sink and while I was up I reached up to the cabinet above the stove to get that big bowl. I just wanted to have it out so I could get the cheese done and take the kid out for the afternoon. Well I put the bowl on the table and turned around to put the three other bowls that were nested inside the big one back up in that high cabinet. The cabinet is like the ones above the refrigerator. Just a bit too high off the ground for the average women. Obviously designed by a man. You know the kind. "Honey, can you get the ______ for me" . Just the thing to remind the little woman that she is not completely independent (hey jock brain, I got a few kitchen chairs, ya know). So there I was reaching way over my head with three ceramic bowls in my hand and something went wrong. They slipped. Slid, maybe. I am not completely sure how it happened but I must say I was wide awake after that. I got hit above the left eyebrow by the three bowls as they rapidly headed for the floor. They did slow down a bit after hitting my head and managed to vere a bit to the left and take down a half gallon mason jar that was sitting on the edge of the sink waiting to be washed. I use half gallon mason jars to store goat milk. I have an alot of those jars. I really like them. They are old fashioned and functional and heavy glass.
Half gallon mason jars break very messily. This particular jar left two dents in the kitchen floor and a few shards in my feet. You see, I had been a bit shocked by the bowls hitting my head and moved around a bit in an effort to get out of the way, too late I might add. So, I stepped on the glass. Small bits of glass. The kind of thing that is small enough that it is still in my foot. I just spent two days on my feet at the farmer's markets with glass in my foot. I have learned to walk with my foot "cupped" to avoid stepping on the padded part where you roll through a step.
Imagine.
But, I have gotten a bit off the point while still staying in the neighborhood. Well, I got hit in the head and I got glass in my foot all before the sun had fully risen over the horizon.
Not a good omen, my friends.
Well, to shorten things a bit. I swept and wept and managed to get the kitchen a bit cleaned up but not before A. got out of bed to find me sweeping and weeping. The bump on the head just jolted me enough to remember that I really am terribly tired of so very many things. I don't think I need to repeat most of them if you have been here before so we will leave it at that.
After that I composed myself (much like a bit of discordent music) and mixed and packaged the fromage and got out of the house to shop for the bookcase. We took a road trip to the original capital city of New York and A. was fascinated by a freight train on the tracks next to the Office Depot parking lot. We got a good look at it and went in to find the bookcase I had seen months ago in Pougkeepsie (Waldo was not in the store at the time, he he). Well they had the bookcase, good thing, and we realized we needed to do a few things before actually buying the darned thing because it would be hanging out of the back of my Ford Escort for the ride home.
Fast forward to two hours later and several nauseating shopping stops completed and we were back at Office Depot to view another faster moving freight train and purchase the bookcase of A's dreams. Got the thing in the car and started the road trip back to our little valley below the catskills.
By this time it was getting onto late afternoon and I was feeling very much like having a glass of wine and a good sit with the goats. A. and I headed out to the barn with a basket of supplies and sat down on the rocks. The girls were thrilled to have the company and we spent an hour or so getting all funky and goatie and stuff.
Somewhere in all this Rainman (remember him?) called and volunteered picking up pizza for dinner. Me being on my weekend roll didn't argue. A bit later Rainman comes home with pizza and we have dinner. I went out to milk the goats and my father stopped me to say he was out of expectorant for my mother.
My mother has been coughing like a chain smoker for a couple of weeks now. It is most likely allergies but at nearly ninety you never know. The homecare nurse listened really good to her lungs and they sound clear but she is still hacking something aweful. So someone had to run into town to get more expectorant. Rainman volunteered and would take A. while I got a shower.
Are you sure you don't need to pee. Maybe get a drink or something. I wouldn't want you to miss the best part. You do realize there is a point to all this detail, right?
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Well, I got into the shower and did all the stuff I don't often get time to do. Wash my hair, shave my legs and pits. Stuff most women do everyday. So, I do all that and I feel pretty relaxed. I am just dried off and getting out of the bathroom when the phone rings.
I don't often answer "blocked call" calls but I have friend or two that come up that way so I answered the phone.
"Joyce?"
"Yeah?"
"You need to come pick up your daughter"
"Say, what?"
"This is the sheriff's department and you need to come pick up your daughter"
"What?"
"I pulled over your husband for not wearing a seat belt and we did a few tests and he is obviously intoxicated. You need to come pick up your daughter."
OK, where?"
"Just past B. Road"
"I am on my way."
Imagine how I felt.
I began shaking and cussing up a storm and kicking myself in the ass (my head still hurt from the morning).
I changed out of the hippy tie dye dress into something more respectable and shook my booty out the door as quick as I could. Driving the three miles with tears in my eyes and hate in my soul, I pulled up behind the sheriff's car as the bubbles splashed colors on my pounding heart.
A. was still sitting in the back of Rainman's car. The cop told me, again, that Rainman was intoxicated and he was going to put him into his truck. I should not start yelling or anything. I let the cop know I was not going to make a scene and waited as he took Rainman out of the car, handcuffed him and put him into his SUV. I took A. to my car and moved Rainman's car while the cop stayed with her. The cop told me I should go to the sheriff office in about forty-five minutes to pick Rainman up.
I drove A. home and we had a talk about Daddy making a big mistake. I told her I like a glass of wine or a beer while I make dinner but it is not OK to drive a car if a person has had two or three glasses of wine or beer and that is what Daddy did. I explained I didn't know he had had anything that would make it unsafe for him to drive and that the police officer was trying to keep her and Daddy safe by not letting Daddy drive. That the police officer called me to get her because he didn't want anything bad to happen while Daddy was driving. I told A. that I won't let Daddy drive like that again.
We got home from the police station around 10pm. Two hours after A's bedtime and my time to want to kill the mo'fo.
I told Rainman to get help or get out.
Useless words, I know.
A. won't be going in his car after noon anymore. EVER.
So, I got hit on the head a couple of times on Friday.
I don't feel too good. I got a headache.
written at 8:20 p.m.
2004-07-19
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