I talk with my parents on Sunday mornings. It’s time set aside for us to catch up, and for them to speak with the boys, etc. We’ve been doing it this way for years, but it seems to be breaking down.
They’re in Florida, you see, amongst a couple hundred of their closest friends at Del Boca Vista, or whatever. And there’s literally not a conversation with either of them that isn’t interrupted by somebody who doesn’t respect the sanctity of the phone to the ear.
This morning I was talking with my dad, and was in the middle of telling him a story, when he began shouting, “YOU LIKE THOSE?! HAHAHA!! YEAH, WE JUST PUT THEM IN! NOT TOO BAD, ARE THEY?! HAHAHA!!”
“What the?” I was in the middle of a sentence.
“I’m sorry, Jeff. That lady was walking by, and said something about our flowers.”
“Well, do you just want to talk with the boys?” I answered.
“Yeah, if they’re handy, put them on.”
I never finished the story, and he didn’t ask. Many of our “talks” go this way. It’s not a huge thing, but I have to admit it annoys me. I used to also call them once during the week, while driving to work. But I stopped because there was always a herd of senior citizens grazing on their screened porch.
So, I threw in the towel on the mid-week conversations, and now Sunday mornings are at risk. I know there’s no malicious intent, and would never make an issue of it. But it bugs me. Is thirty minutes per week too tall of an order? Is that simply too much to ask? Sheesh. According to Harry Chapin I’m supposed to be the one neglecting them at this point.
Speaking of disappointments, in the cafeteria at work on Friday they were supposed to have fajitas for dinner. They offer one main entree per night, or you can just get a sandwich, or visit the salad bar. But on Friday the entree was supposed to be fajitas, which are kick-ass. It’s one of my favorite things they serve there.
So, all day my emotional sensors were set to fajita. The whole universe was fajita-oriented, and when 7:30 finally arrived my mouth was watering. I power-walked toward the cafeteria, in a barely-contained frenzy, and when I turned the corner (wearing the smile of an idiot) I saw… fucking stuffed shells.
NOOO!! I hate stuffed shells, and it seems like they serve them once a week. It was as if the whole thing was orchestrated to cause the maximum amount of pain. The best things were bumped by the worst things. I asked what happened to the fajitas, and didn’t really get a straight answer. I was crushed.
I ended up eating a chicken salad sandwich on a pretzel roll. It was the saddest meal of the week, by far. And it threw-off the rest of my day. When your sensor is set to fajita, and you end up with gloopy chicken salad… mister, your life could be at risk.
What’s the saddest meal you had last week? Do any stick out in your mind? If so, please share. Use the comments link below.
Before I call it a day here, I’d like to alert you to an interesting comment that was left at the site last night. Check it out. Do you see the one I’m talking about? Ha! When I noticed it in the moderation queue, it was almost enough to make up for the dark, dark Day of the Shells.
Oh yeah, and have you taken down your Christmas tree yet? What’s the status? Ours was ripped down on December 27, by Toney. For some reason she left it up an extra day this year. It’s usually skinned and gutted within 24 hours of Christmas morning.
When I was an even bigger dumbass than I am today, I left my REAL tree up until something like March one year. It could’ve been April, but don’t want to exaggerate. This was in Atlanta, and the thing was a depressing, spindly affair, propped-up in the corner. When I finally decided to take it down — because my landlord was supposed to visit — every needle fell off in one big whooosh, the second I touched it.
It certainly was light, though.
So, what’s going on with your tree this year? I asked about it at work, and most people still have theirs up. But they use confusing religious justifications: we always wait until the Jubilee, or the 12th day of Christmas (huh?), or the Equinox, or somesuch. I have no idea. WTF?
In any case, is yours still up? We’ll need a full report on this important issue.
And I’ll see you guys next time.
Have a great day!