I found my Festive Christmas Bell Hair Ribbon; I walked through the house spreading good cheer.
You only see two bells here, but there are five total. I have found that people want to give me little gifts of time to myself . . . Such as suggesting I go sit and read.
Well, there has been some excitement here. I got home and after a while realized I could not find my main medicine container– an old Sprint bag with a small hole in it. I had filled two bottles with needed medicine for the trip: one for my carry-on and one for my luggage. I thought I had left the Sprint bag here.
But then I had a tingle in the back of my mind and I sort of remembered putting that Sprint bag in my Land’s End tote – that has my Mother’s monogram – to take only to Ohio in case the weather turned bad and I had to stay longer there. I wasn’t sure at all, but finally called Der Bingle and asked him to look in the closet opposite the bathroom for a beat-up Sprint bag. Yes, it was there. And he is sending up the necessary medicine. There’s other medicinal stuff in the bag, and, Der Bingle noted with total nonchalance, there is also a part of lamp. Hey, I’m one of a kind.
Why do I hear all these voices calling, “Thank God?”
Exciting, isn’t it? Rose went with us and she is going to stay here in the Ohio Redoubt of the West Facing Cave to recuperate and return to the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse this weekend with Der Bingle. So I will have a few days to regale the folks there with stories while we munch our foldovers and sip our drinks.
The two days of travelling were tiring – layovers and small planes and a shuttle bus that made mostly left turns for 45 minutes to an hour. I don’t know – I’m thinking driving to a hub and flying out would be an option next year. But then it is December and the possibility of snow-slick roads looms. We’ll see. Or flying out two days early might be an option. Or not.
Are you wondering about the gambling question? Well, I didn’t do much. Penny machines. At the airport, I shoved in a farewell dollar and got on the plane with $24.* Then when we got to O’Hare, the only machines were newspaper ones, so my “streak” was over.
The Las Vegas Marathon was Sunday afternoon – after we had left – but there were plenty of wrestlers and cowboys in the hotel with us. Not as many little old ladies as I expected at the slots, so I was more noticeable. Really more noticeable – did you know they have a LOT of full length mirrors all over the place? Two big ones in our room alone. One of those was in the bathroom – sort of a moment of truth and awe. Or awwwwwwww.
*So, if I had put $100 in a dollar machine, would I have walked onto the plane with $2,400? Or bet a thousand and had (woo-hoo) $24,000? Not a wise way to think. Gee, two thousand would have made it $48,000 and I could have driven home in a new car . . . but then I’d be somewhere in Kansas right now.
I walked into the Ohio Redoubt of the West Facing Cave and, guess what? Oh, I gave it away in the title. Yes, the Pilgrims are hanging on Der Bingle’s little Christmas tree – the one he asked me to bring lights for. And, now, he has arrived.
Yesterday was interesting. The nagging little voice in my mind that said to get an oil change finally got me to the Valvoline place, where the guys told me my serpentine belt was shot. They couldn’t change it because of an engine mount piece, but I went to Ensley’s Garage and exclaimed, “I’m going to Dayton tomorrow and my serpentine belt is about to break!” So, they got me in and I have a new belt. I don’t know if the serpentine belt had it in for me because of my anti-snake feelings or not. Der Bingle wanted to know if it hissed at me . . . Der Bingle, you have probably given me a phobia about opening the hood.
Other things happened – I don’t remember what; it’s a blur. I know one thing, though – I didn’t get organized and I am experiencing “Oh, Miss Scarlett, I ain’t never packed no suitcase” moments. (Rose may have to do a lot of rearranging.)
Deep breaths, AmeliaJake, deep breaths.