12/19/19
East Northport, NY 14:55
Mom
is resting on the love seat in the den.
Mom had a lot of energy this morning and she wanted to chat with me, but
I was working. I am in my own world, it
is the same – especially the day before a trip. There were a couple of errands
which I did and I am back in the room, feeling somewhat anxious. I am not present. Dad will drive me to the train station and I
will be off to Queens to spend a few hours in the Courtyard across from JFK. Paying a lot of money for those few hours. Tomorrow morning, I will be up very early,
maybe 3:30. Yes, at that time since my
flight is leaving at 6:13 in the morning.
Yesterday I was thinking, why the heck did I book a flight so
early? Because Meli is getting into San
Jose tomorrow and we will take a bus from the airport to her town. Why couldn’t I have flown out on
Saturday? I looked at the flights and
they were more expensive. I want to
spend as much time as possible with her.
The timer has gone off and mom will wake up from her nap. She is fragile. Before I leave, I will do a double check to
confirm I have everything. Passport,
check. Divorce paperwork? Check.
I can’t wait to be with Meli. This
will be a long trip for us, over two weeks.
Thank God. Last night, I had dinner with Emma Tess and Matt. At first we were at Chili’s. I sat down. My ring finger on my left hand felt numb. It
was pale and discolored. I thought it
was a blood clot, and was worried I may have to cancel the trip. Not the case, it was something minor, Raynaud
phenomenon. Paid $50 for the clinic and we
went to California Pizza for dinner. I bought a Christmas card for Em and will
send her money tomorrow, after I get paid.
I’ll leave here in an hour or so.
It’s funny, earlier dad asked what time I was leaving and I said, 5
PM. “There’s not a train at 5.” I looked it up, Dad checked his paper
schedule, “It leaves at 4:53.” I was close.
The man is very rigid and I realized both of my parents are control
freaks, but I love them. Love them. Really do.
Thank
you for reading this.
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