I slowly opened my eyes. A little sliver of light was trying to peek through the edge of the shade covering the window in my bedroom that over looked my back yard. Normally, it was a pleasant light, but this morning it hurt my eyes, so I quickly closed them again.
A few vivid images of a more than slightly out of control young woman dancing with abandon at Doyle’s last night flashed through my mind like a movie trailer…yeah, that was me. I winced…a bad movie trailer.
I remember pulling out the little notebook I always carried and then writing down my observations on all the drunken people around me.
They were dancing and drinking and…being mostly drunk myself…not knowing how pretentious I appeared and in fact…was.
But last night I did not care one straw.
I wondered what nonsense I had thought was so wildly insightful the night before when 4 (maybe more?) whiskey sours had given me such a false sense of importance. Whatever it was it would be in my notebook.
I carefully and slowly turned my head on my pillow. Lately I had had too many mornings like this one to know how painful a quick turning of the head could be.
I was…unfortunately…becoming very learned in the art of drinking…
And there it was…lying on my bedside table where I had thrown it last night.
I had read someplace or perhaps been told by one of my journalism professors that if you plan on writing “The Great American Novel”…which incidentally, I actually did…you should always carry a notebook or some other kind of recording device with you at all times in order to remember anything you may find memorable.
However…for the past year… weekend mornings had not proven to be very productive… or perhaps just not memorable.
Sometimes I was lucky to just be able to read the scrawls that I had “so importantly” jotted down the night before. I picked my notebook up and blinked a couple of times to clear my vision.
My little notebook was not the standard reporter’s notebook that I always carried to work each day…stuffed into my messenger bag.
That size notebook would be too bulky to carry into bars or restaurants plus it would attract a lot of attention.
My “little notebook” was small enough to fit into any of my handbags or even the back pocket of my jeans.
These days I almost always just wore jeans and a tee shirt. The color varied…black or white. In the winter I added a blazer or jacket. If I had a meeting…which was rare… I added a scarf.
It was pretty basic…some might even say boring…but it worked for me.
I flipped the notebook open and placed it in front of my half-opened eyes. Squinting a little, I saw that I had only managed to scrawl on two pages and neither page had any of my trademark exclamation marks…well, well…
Two pages were hardly worth the effort it would take right now to decipher. I was pretty sure it was just junk anyway…
I had been in a junk mood yesterday.
HERE’S THE DEAL…
I have done so much damn research on this I am almost blind…
But. I have double checked the results and I can report beyond a shadow of a doubt that I can eat one whole Hershey’s candy bar (no nuts) every day after dinner and it will be just fine.
I AM NOT KIDDING YOU. I WOULD NOT KID YOU!!!!!
Listen to me…I NEED that candy bar…now…more than ever!!
My daughter just informed me over ZOOM that I won’t be seeing her or my 2 AWESOME granddaughters and super son-in-law until…maybe…
NEXT THANKSGIVING!!!!!!!!!!!! AS IN 2021!!!!!!!!!!
IKR? WTF!!!!!!!!! 😦
Have a nice day…
I can’t believe it…my heart is breaking…it’s done. I knew it was coming, but still…
It seems like only yesterday that everything was in front of me…a plan…a ritual…even dreams…
But now…IT’S OVER.
It started out so brilliantly…I was so full of hope and joy!
First came the crisp autumnal breezes blowing orange and red tinted leaves past my window…and then…white flakes of snow fluttering down.
There was Domino’s Pizza every week! And…dessert…with no regrets.
There wasn’t a day I didn’t think about you. Some mornings I would wake early…so excited to be with you that day.
It was all part of the experience…and I loved it. I’ve been down this road before.
I laughed. I screamed. Sometimes I was so still…I hardly breathed. And yes…I even cried…once or twice…just a tear or two.
But even so…week after week…the joy was there… the promise…ALWAYS THERE!!! ALWAYS!!
But now…GONE…GONE FOREVER…………………..well maybe not quite forever…
But at least until the 23rd of April……….NFL DRAFT DAY!!!!!!!
(OF COURSE THERE IS THE NFL COMBINE ON FEBRUARY 23…BUT WHO REALLY CARES ABOUT THAT CRAP…)*
Have a nice day…
*Okay…I’ll probably listen to all the recaps on the radio…but that’s it.