Last week was busy. I went to the dermatologist to get zapped and excised. There was a spot on my back, from the sun, that she thought might turn in to melanoma, and she decided to get rid of it. I'm so tired of being sliced open by doctors. Stitches are still in and I go back in ten days to have them removed.
I think I left off on Tuesday last week. Bruno did come back to take me to dinner. Since I never know where he is or what he is doing I thought he was coming back to town on Tuesday. It didn't turn out that way. He didn't have a successful house hunting session in the desert. The house he thought he wanted wasn't built well and needed another couple of hundred thousand dollars to make it like he wanted it. Since he is in construction he said it had to many hair line cracks and he thought the slab might need redone, which is cost prohibitive. So that house isn't going to be the one. He is on a mission and he is like a dog with a bone. In his case he has so many bones and keeps switching ideas. My bouncing ball! He had come back to the coast on Monday where he spent the night, all night, supervising the cement pouring at his project at Downtown Disney. Tuesday he slept all day, but managed to drive his 100 miles round trip to see me and take me out.
We went to a little place that has great food and Tuesday was fried chicken night. It really is good and I managed to not eat everything and gave him the left over chicken. He deemed it a midnight snack. He left right after he brought me home as he had an early meeting with the Disney people.
I met some friends at the Elks on Wednesday for Taco night, which is always great. Thursday I went to Houston's to meet two girlfriends for lunch. One of the gals had just returned from three months in England at her manse there. She was headed out the next day for she and her husband's yacht to spend three weeks. What a life! So we played catch up for three hours and promised to get together again as soon as she returned
Friday I had a charity meeting regarding the Vets care packages for their transition out of the homes after they get themselves together. Then off to another lunch at the Ritz to meet someone that turned out to be a nightmare. I haven't figured out what is wrong with the men of today. The connection between their minds and their zippers is a short distance. This guy, who was sixty seven, could only talk about his dead wife of three years and what great BJ's she gave. Now that is a picture I don't need in my head. He finally left and I sat and talked to a retired lawyer that was of some interest, but not much. Bruno is always there in the back of my head.
Speaking of Bruno, yet again, he left a message on my phone Friday around 1:30 that said he was checking in.....now that is a first. I did ask him to touch base once in a while. I know he is headed out for the East Coast again, when,I don't know, but I do like to know he is alive. This call was out of character. As was our drive home from Brio when I mentioned that he was on the wrong road, he wasn't, He answered "yes dear." So the next time I didn't say anything and he missed the turn. Yes dear my ass, pay attention...........
I was suppose to be home by seven or eight Friday night, as Vet man said he wanted to come over for a drink. I pulled in and he was at the door in two seconds flat. He was not happy but then I don't owe him anything and I really don't care. Guess he arrived earlier and I wasn't there. He stayed for one drink and tootled off more then a little pissed. Although that didn't stop him from emailing the next morning.
Saturday was a birthday lunch for one of the women's clubs I belong to. It was thirty year celebration. It is hard to believe that I've been around that long with that organization. This coming week I have somethings to do, but I'm hoping that things will be a little calmer.
I guess if I keep really busy "they" can't catch me.
I think I left off on Tuesday last week. Bruno did come back to take me to dinner. Since I never know where he is or what he is doing I thought he was coming back to town on Tuesday. It didn't turn out that way. He didn't have a successful house hunting session in the desert. The house he thought he wanted wasn't built well and needed another couple of hundred thousand dollars to make it like he wanted it. Since he is in construction he said it had to many hair line cracks and he thought the slab might need redone, which is cost prohibitive. So that house isn't going to be the one. He is on a mission and he is like a dog with a bone. In his case he has so many bones and keeps switching ideas. My bouncing ball! He had come back to the coast on Monday where he spent the night, all night, supervising the cement pouring at his project at Downtown Disney. Tuesday he slept all day, but managed to drive his 100 miles round trip to see me and take me out.
We went to a little place that has great food and Tuesday was fried chicken night. It really is good and I managed to not eat everything and gave him the left over chicken. He deemed it a midnight snack. He left right after he brought me home as he had an early meeting with the Disney people.
I met some friends at the Elks on Wednesday for Taco night, which is always great. Thursday I went to Houston's to meet two girlfriends for lunch. One of the gals had just returned from three months in England at her manse there. She was headed out the next day for she and her husband's yacht to spend three weeks. What a life! So we played catch up for three hours and promised to get together again as soon as she returned
Friday I had a charity meeting regarding the Vets care packages for their transition out of the homes after they get themselves together. Then off to another lunch at the Ritz to meet someone that turned out to be a nightmare. I haven't figured out what is wrong with the men of today. The connection between their minds and their zippers is a short distance. This guy, who was sixty seven, could only talk about his dead wife of three years and what great BJ's she gave. Now that is a picture I don't need in my head. He finally left and I sat and talked to a retired lawyer that was of some interest, but not much. Bruno is always there in the back of my head.
Speaking of Bruno, yet again, he left a message on my phone Friday around 1:30 that said he was checking in.....now that is a first. I did ask him to touch base once in a while. I know he is headed out for the East Coast again, when,I don't know, but I do like to know he is alive. This call was out of character. As was our drive home from Brio when I mentioned that he was on the wrong road, he wasn't, He answered "yes dear." So the next time I didn't say anything and he missed the turn. Yes dear my ass, pay attention...........
I was suppose to be home by seven or eight Friday night, as Vet man said he wanted to come over for a drink. I pulled in and he was at the door in two seconds flat. He was not happy but then I don't owe him anything and I really don't care. Guess he arrived earlier and I wasn't there. He stayed for one drink and tootled off more then a little pissed. Although that didn't stop him from emailing the next morning.
Saturday was a birthday lunch for one of the women's clubs I belong to. It was thirty year celebration. It is hard to believe that I've been around that long with that organization. This coming week I have somethings to do, but I'm hoping that things will be a little calmer.
I guess if I keep really busy "they" can't catch me.
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