On Sunday, Sugar and I took a nice walk in the AM and then as promised, I became mostly inert and did some reading and guitar playing. Oh yes, I did get to that watering. Finally Sugar and I repaired to the "Bone Zone" where I did that reading and Sugar cleaned her teeth.
Today, not much beyond yesterday. I need to do some dusting and that may require a visit to the big box hardware store for some furniture polish. I'd like to get some without lemon scent, but I have been unable to locate any locally. I know that unscented polish exists, but most outlets don't carry it. Both Mary and I are sensitive to just about anything that is scented, so I'll have to give each type the sniff test to find the least scented one.
I wanted to make good on that promise of the way that Mary and I began our lives together.
I was fortunate enough to work in a gas station at the corner of Camp McDonald Rd. and Route 12 in Arlington Heights, IL. Up to that point, that was the best paying job I'd ever had and what I learned there was the springboard to many things that followed.
I worked the "Graveyard" shift at that station, and Mary lived just down the street about a block. Fortunately for me and unfortunately for her, she was the proud owner of a Fiat Spyder. That car made our meeting possible. She came in one night to satisfy a cop's "suggestion" that she have her brake lights fixed. Of course, the chances of finding a gas station with anyone who could repair anything in the middle of the night was slim to none and slim had left town before she got to me. However, both she and I were fortunate. I knew what to do to reverse the wiring error that a previous repair person had committed, and that allowed me to ask her out to dinner.
Now I know what you are thinking. We met, fell in love, and then got married sometime later. Alas that was not what happened. I did not get her phone number, but for one of the few times in her young life, she remembered my dinner invitation. She had gone out of town with her mother to Hawaii right after my invitation. When she got back, she came in and asked if that invitation was still open. She told me later that she was hungry.
I got her address that time and when I came to pick her up on Saturday night, she had to buzz me in to her apartment building. When she asked "Who's there?" I replied, "Me." She had been hoping that I would supply my name because she had forgotten. Oh well, she had a back up plan. When she came down, she asked to see my driver's license because she needed some "additional information," when I told her my name was Jack. She said that she couldn't "believe" that. I proved it and we were off to dinner at Hackney's in Wheeling, IL. A nice dinner and then a quick ride to Chicago's downtown. She wanted a balloon that a young woman was selling on a corner, and before I could get a price, the salesperson stuffed it in my car and I was in debt for $2.00.
We drove back to her apartment and we walked slowly to her door. As I leaned in to get the proverbial good night kiss, the balloon popped with a resounding boom in that long, deserted hallway. Her dad opened the door and said, "Oh, it's you," and closed the door. I should have had my first warning that our lives together would be interesting.
Oh well, I've rambled on long enough for now. More next time. Time now for a quick sports report.
The boys in blue lost to the Padres, 2 - 3. No change in the standings. The Tigers crushed the Mets, 11 - 3, also no change in the standings. My beloved Red Sox handily defeated the Dodgers 8 - 1, behind some great pitching by recent acquisition Jake Peavy. That gives them a one game lead over the Rays. The Caps slipped by the Cougars 4 - 3, giving the Caps a one over 500 record.
So, that's about enough for yesterday and today. Ciao.
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