Just climbed out of the tub. Combed the dripping wet hair. Hauled on the jeans and T-shirt. Dog is fed. Thought is devoted to running the laundry…ehhhh…too much like work!
Gorgeous morning. If I weren’t older than the hills and feeling like Methuselah, I’d take Ruby for a walk. Except Míhito is supposed to show up pretty soon to haul me off to the damned Mayo Clinic, there to be poked and punched: subjected to yet another pointless blood test.
That means I can’t have breakfast…and I’m just about to faint from hunger. Don’t suppose the coffee is indicated, either…but fuckkit! Enough is enough.
Or not enough is not enough….
Looks like I need to renew my driver’s license, another fun nuisance to occupy hours of the day. Nope….that’s wrong! Doesn’t have to be renewed till 2030…and that’ll be long past my driving days!
So…this is what gettin’ old is all about: one petty hassle after another petty hassle after yet another petty hassle. 😀 I guess the reason for that feeling is that after some years you get just plain sick of all the ditz of daily life in modern times. The ditz translates itself, over time, into “hassle,” and the endless hassles become endlessly annoying.
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And the news becomes endlessly horrifying. Did you see the reports on the latest ungodly plane crash?
Gosh, I used to hate flying on passenger planes when we lived in Arabia. Every two years we had to fly from Dhahran to New York City. My father would buy a new car there (his reward for a two-year stint in Hell) and we would race across the country in that: first to his brother’s place in Texas; then to my mother’s relatives in California. Then straight back to New York as fast as we could sail along in the thing, there to jump on another plane back to the Persian Gulf.
Even after I reached an age to understand that car travel is far, FAR more dangerous than airplane flying, I just hated those hours in Connies and other passenger planes. Crowded. Uncomfortable. Fukkin’ terrifying! And 12 hours across the Atlantic in those good ole’ days.
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Wish to gawd my son would show up here and let’s get today’s nuisance/horror trip to the Mayo over with!
Can’t complain,, though: it’s only 6:30. Don’t think their lab opens till 7:00.
Naughtily, I’m dasting to swill a cup of coffee. You know what that will do, right? Screw up their damn test results, of course. So then we’ll have to jump through this hoop again.
Uh oh…shoulda looked it up before leaping off that cliff: NO, you’re not allowed to have a cup of coffee before the hateful blood test.
Goddammit! Now we’ll have to go through this hassle again.
waitwait! Here’s a page that says black coffee has no effect on blood tests.
Let’s hope that’s so. I just HATE the medical crapola, and I sure don’t wanna jump through today’s hoop again.
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Ten to 7:00 and no sign of M’jito. Maybe he forgot?
Awwwww, wouldn’t THAT be a shame!
>:-D
Well, it’s only a ten-minute drive up to the Mayo. So he’s not yet late, quite.
Meanwhile, I’m fukkin’ STARVING and want to get this circus on the road, so we can have something to eat.
Looks like I need to renew my driver’s license, yet another hassle to cope with… Wait wait! The thing says it’s good until 2030!!!
Woo hoo! Now that I contemplate that moment of glory, I recall that yes, I’ve already jumped through the Arizona Department of Transportation hoop.
Thank goodness: One fewer PITA to dodge around just now.
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Seven ayem and no Young Dude. He must have forgotten or overslept
Awwwwww! Wouldn’t that be a shame? 😉 not to say 😀
Well. I should call him on the phone and wake him up. But…
But…
Uhm…
Am I going to?
Going to what? I forget….
😀
Okay, let’s wait til 7:30 and then break out the chow.
All this dorking around means the poor li’l dawg hasn’t had her morning doggy walk. Nor has her Human had its morning trek, either. Ohhhhh well….
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Parked on the front porch, awaiting His Dudeship’s arrival.
If indeed he’s supposed to arrive.
If indeed he remembers.
If indeed he hasn’t overslept.
😀
One can only hope.
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WHAT a gorgeous morning!!!
More than acceptable…which no doubt will poison the proposed blood test. But we’re now so late (it will take at least 20 minutes to drive up there from here: more at this rush-hour time).
I starve… Hmmmm…. Will wait till 8 a.m. and then break out the chow. That’s 38 long minutes from now….
Hmmmmm s’more…. Here’s a news flash: Alzheimer’s may be a product of gum disease!
Who’d’ve thunk it?
Fortunately, I inherited my father’s Superman-style teeth and gums.
My mother had terrible teeth — presumably the result of malnutrition, which she enjoyed as a child in Upstate New York. By the time I was…what? about 12 or 14, she’d had every tooth in her mouth yanked out. Poor thing.
My father, a variety of Superman, had perfect teeth all his life. No kidding: never so much as a small cavity.
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Urk! Here’s a messsage from The Kid: “See you shortly for the Mayo trip.”
Dayum!
Well, I do hope I haven’t negated the purpose of this junket by daring to swill a cup of coffee. Boyoboy, do I ever hate this kind of thing!!!!
Ohhhh gawd. Here he is!
Darn it!