And I Smiled


English: A photo of a cup of coffee. Esperanto...

From the moment I woke up this morning I have been the best darn actress I could; until late this afternoon. I must have woke up on the wrong side of bed. I was pretty busy yesterday and I don’t know if age, or the over-time of caring for Al did it, but I was darn tired, but I smiled.

From the moment I made that first cup of coffee and had that one sip, Al was ringing he was ready to get up. Inside my head I was yelling, no not yet. My coffee cup isn’t empty yet, but I smiled.

Then the phone rang earlier than usual. It was the shower gal letting me know when she was coming. Looking at the clock and hearing Al, I knew it was now or never. Time to force those eyes open, get the muscles in gear, and go get him up.

He is half laying in bed. How this illness helps him do it, I don’t know, but his head was frozen in mid-air. If I tried to do that, I would have a headache for sure. Rhino, the cat hissed at me because he didn’t like it I was hovering over Al. I took a moment to sweet-talk him and then got Al up and I smiled.

I got his breakfast and then tried to take a few moments to drink my lukewarm coffee when I discovered someone had tried to look into my credit. This pissed me off. I had let others ruin my credit in the past and it took me many years to fix it and be on top again. No one was doing this to me, not on a Monday morning for sure.

The shower gal came; I smiled.  I eventually got Al on the bus and then I got some disappointing news. Nothing bad or serious but sad. That made my day just a little rougher. I was definitely on a roll of the biggest pity party in town.

Then I would mentally kick myself, reminding me I wasn’t the sick one, Al was. I would stand strong again. I bounced back and forth like a rubber ball until it was time to meet Al’s Hospice nurse late this afternoon. We saw each other at the main door and I smiled.

We talked about the gloom that lingered in Al’s room all weekend and then when she visited Al some of my mood must have rubbed off at breakfast because he also wasn’t in a good mood.

After the meeting the nurse wanted to talk to the Day Program coordinator about some new medication orders. I was sitting in the threesome listening to the conversation when I turned and looked out the tiny window in her office. There was a bush, with its bare branches starting to show, from fall being here. On top was a sparrow sitting there all by himself. He looked lonely.

I saw myself in him. I was lonely. How can I be lonely when I had a good day yesterday with family? Don’t ask me, because I don’t know. I stay so busy with Al I would think I wouldn’t have time to think about the word, but I did.

Suddenly right in the middle of the meeting the tears began to fall and soon I was weeping. Embarrassed that I was making a fool out of myself right there in my brother’s Day Program and yet not able to stop the tears.

I needed a release I think. Of course I felt more humiliated as the two of them came and patted my shoulder and said words of comfort. I dried my eyes and we said our goodbyes. I got in the car and lit  up one of my cigarettes knowing I should quit but not strong enough to do it yet.

I took off out of the parking lot and headed for the gas station. I needed milk and I knew I couldn’t leave the house tomorrow because Al will be home all day. I was thinking about how close it was to Al being brought home on the bus and I didn’t have supper prep work done.

I was about a mile from home and the car turned into a drive-thru. When I got home I had supper on the table and Al came about 15 minutes later. He was quiet and so was I. We ate, I changed him and he wanted in his recliner. I sat here at the computer with my after dinner drink; coffee, checked emails and then laid down while Al napped.

Here it is time to go to bed and now I am awake but I think once my head lays down I will have no trouble going to sleep. After all, tomorrow morning I will hear the sounds of Al wanting to get up first thing. I just hope I have time to drink that first cup of coffee first and I will smile.

This is Gross or Sick or Stupid!


Coffee Cup

It is late evening here at our house. Storage Wars is the main topic anymore on the television out here in the living room, where I used to be able to pick and choose what I wanted to watch, but no more.

Al some time back out of the blue started coming out here, instead of hiding in his room to watch television, which was a great miracle for the two of us. I had prayed a long time, that he would come out of isolation and join me, another human in the house, but, I had no idea, I would lose my choice of the boob tube.

Well, time slips by slowly in the evenings, and even though I should not drink coffee too close to bed time, in case I start wetting the bed, hehe. I do drink coffee. I have made just enough for two cups. One directly after stuffing myself with my supper, and one towards bed time.

So now is the time for my last cup, and I nook it and am putting away last dishes that I refuse to place in the dishwasher and I take my hot coffee and get ready to add my cream to it, and I see this tiny dark spot on top. I think, well, a coffee particle is floating on top, so I take my tip of my finger, and quickly insert it into the steaming hot cup of coffee. I do it so quickly, that I don’t have time to let my nervous system  to notice that it was burning the skin!

When I pulled out my finger, like Little Jack Horner, I noticed it was not a coffee particle, because it had eenie tiny wings on it. I sat the coffee cup down, with the aroma filling my nostrils, the steam rising, and my throat waiting to get burnt and quenched at the same time, and I stared at the little snot nose that had somehow slid his sneaky sand particle size body into my cup. I had now nuked the poor sucker.

The problem was it was late, it was the last cup, the last drop of the pot. Was I willing to waste more fresh coffee grounds to make a new pot, or should I ignore this gnat, knowing I have most likely swallowed bigger bugs in my life when I have opened my mouth out side to laugh or sneeze or gasp or eat!!!

I stood looking at the coffee and knew that I had already killed the gnat, killed the germs, and said the hell with it. I added my cream, washed my fingers, and said, bottoms up!!!! Geesh, maybe I should be a star on Fear Factor!

If I am dead in the morning and you do not see any blog postings from me, just check your local newspaper for major break busting news. Woman, from midwest, dies of gnat infestation, choking on a gnat. Size of insect unknown, side effects, unknown, but the gnat’s family did show up to show their sadness.