So hello again, dear reader(s), I come to you this morning feeling a little fickle, like the sun is behaving here on this strange day in Columbus. Temps are supposed to be in the mid-50s (after a chilly, rainy day yesterday) and as you may or may not know, my moods can fluctuate with the weather. I’m feeling a tad cranky, what with continued political strife in this country and just a small handful of people jockeying to control the National dialogue on important matters. Alas, how I’m longing for a print newspaper to guide the day—perhaps there is one in some small, quaint town somewhere bringing the good, correct news we all so desperately want to hear…
I did have a great day yesterday visiting the National Veterans Memorial Museum on W. Broad Street. Good ole Q-FM 96, they played AC/DC’s “Thunderstruck” as I was maneuvering my MIL’s car into a parking spot. I just sat there, listening to my favorite song, surveying the Columbus skyline, seeing Dad’s Army flag blowing in the wind, and had a wonderful belly laugh—I’m sure if someone saw me they would think I was nuts, but I didn’t care, I felt free, I felt happy and yes, I felt like I was home. I definitely took note of the POW flag underneath the American flag at the entrance, remembering back years ago when I was nuts and driving around downtown in the dead of night, and took a POW flag I had purchased at Cousin’s Army/Navy store and put it in an entryway to one of the Federal buildings (?). At the time, it made perfect sense to do so, and given today’s current state of affairs I’d say that “message” was entirely accurate!
Later on, Michael and I went to the Jackets—Rangers game, and although we lost I chuckled to myself for I knew early on that Andrew Peeke (No. 2) was going to make a big play and sure enough, he scored our only goal in the 3-1 loss. We did get a free shirt and Moo Moo Carwash, and the only SNAFU was in the Chestnut Street parking garage, where the owners were too cheap to just let us all out of the garage by opening up their broken gate. Note to self: find out who owns the garage and send an email!
Today I go to the dentist for a pricey crown to be put on one of my molars…I’m definitely not looking forward to it, but it’s the first of three procedures I have to have done on my teeth this year. I’m pacing all of them out throughout the year to ease the strain on our finances. I’m worried some of the meager monies from my art sale may have to go on my teeth, not the steak dinner. Oh, fingers crossed maybe the stock market will improve, or maybe mom can help, or perhaps I can use my $200 birthday check in May for some of this. It all makes me extremely nervous. Perhaps if Michael would tell me exactly how much money we have I would feel better, but oh, I just don’t want to know. It scares me too much.
I know why I’m scared of money, it goes back to long, long ago when I came back from Kazakhstan broke, unemployed, drunk, rejected by a lover, every employer in Columbus, it’s a tawdry tale maybe someday I will elaborate upon when I’m in a better mood. Just suffice to say we shall not regret the past nor wish to shut the door on it, and yes, but of course, the lover’s name was Michael.
So here we go, into the cloudy blue yonder, come fly with me to the dentist’s office where maybe we can get some laughing gas. Catch ya later!
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