Monday, December 15, 2014

Monday Musings

This morning played out like an episode of the Keystone Cops.  A 9 a.m. phone call from pop, saying he was in town and did I have time for coffee.  In my jammies still (hey, it's raining outside, ok?), I said "sure."  The husband and I got dressed and headed out to pick him up.  He was at a wholistic health center in town with my sister, so that mom could get some physical therapy.  I'd never been there before, and relied on his instructions that he was on 5th Street near L and he could see a gas station.  Okay.  I got this.

Two U-turns later I found the place and pulled up into the front.  He stood outside with a look of consternation on his face.  My husband said something like, "uh-oh."  I asked pop what was wrong, and he mentioned that I was parked on the line, outside the boundaries of the parking space.  I told him was going to have to 'let go' sooner or later.  Then we had to wait inside, because my sister wasn't ready just yet.  Okay.  So we're inside, and the guys are cracking jokes, as they will do.  The husband starts taking pictures.

The looks on our faces are priceless, me thinks.  Can the outsider see what I mean?  I don't know.

So, the sis comes out and we all bundle off to Starbucks.  We get there and there's no room inside, so we grab a table outside (where, did I mention, it is cold and rainy?) under the overhang.  Space is cramped.  There are three police officers inside.  Dad pleads with us to not enter with our hands up.  Funny.  Ha-ha.

I go to move the sign display so we can fit all of our chairs around this postage stamp sized table, and I end up wrecking the sign -- it falls apart in my hands just as the cops walk outside.  I say, sarcastically, "Vandalism! Vandalism!" and the cops smile.  Then I say, "Actually, no vandalism involved, more like ineptitude."  They smile again and acknowledge that no crime has been committed.  On the tip of my tongue is the question, "Ah, yes, but if I were a BLACK MAN, would you have pinned me to the ground by now?"  I keep this to myself.

While drinking our coffee, dad asks how to get a holiday photo card made of a cell phone photo he took.  The ensuing conversation (and the passing of the cell phone around the table) is something akin to a Seinfeld episode.  I should have videoed it.  Truly.  I'm a little slow on the up-take, folks.  Next time, I swear.

So...we're back home now.  Wired on caffeine and chocolate.  An hour out of our morning to entertain pops.  Job done.  I have no clue what the point of this post is.  Perhaps you will find our shenanigans entertaining.  Perhaps not.

I, in any case, am ready for a nap.


  1. Such a funny, entertaining post. Yes, you entertained your dad, and me as well! Good job. Thank you for the laughs!

  2. Good photo and yes, entertaining post about how life goes more often than not :)-- great photo too... the expression say a lot

  3. The point of this post is to make me laugh. And to reassure me that mine is not the only dysfunctional family in the world. And that weird as we are, we love each other and are there for one another. Even to leave our comfy jammies to venture out in the rain.


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