If you really want to get better at something, go back and take it up at a much earlier age.
No mediator to help me with my meeting the heavenly lookin’ thing, I chose to do the into-duck-you-airy thing for myself. It couldn’t/shouldn’t be all that difficult to do. This idear coming to me on a Sunday evening last I finally got up the nerve and round to-it the Thursday next. I washed up real good, shaved, dabbed on some stinky aftershave; all this so’s I’d look good over the phone.
Picking up the phone one of the girls I had been seeing was my operator for the moment, “Number Please?” The number given, the phone ringing, the phone answered, “Hello.”
“May I speak to a Miss Frieda please?” I asked.
“Sure. I’ll get her for you.” A moments silence. ”This is Frieda.”
“Hello.” I started not knowing what I was going to say next? I repeated my first word. “Hello, my name is Fernan (mumble mumble) I’m calling you, likely you don’t know me. So, I’d like to come over and introduce myself, If I may?”
“Okay, sure. Do you know where I live?” she asked.
“Oh yeah, I know where you live.” Truer words couldn’t have been uttered at that very moment. I happily answered her with an a, “Fine.” Another moment of silence, I came to from my mental stupor, and said, “Give ma a few minutes and I’ll be right over.”
I can’t believe I had said, “I’ll be right over.” Did I sound to anxious? I didn’t want to frighten her before I got to know her. Sheesh! I hadn’t been this nervous since dating girls for High Schools Proms or Christmas Balls years ago. I mean really. I was acting, being, unbelievably scared stiff shy. Oh Hell, what on earth was I going to say to her when I see her.
Dressed in a sweater to go see her, I took it off exchanging it for a light Spring jacket. It was something I could take off and put back on. It could by me time. Time? It was time I be going.
This time I drove my car. Who goes courting when there’s something better than a work dirty old pickup. How ever will I open my introduction, our first meeting? ???????
Chores done, swapping Ugly for Van I was on my way to keep an appointment with my cardiologist. Getting there it was said I was mistaken. Okay, I’ll recheck my appointment cards when I return home. And, sure enough I had two cards with the same today’s date and time written on them for last month. There ain’t nothing wrong with me, with me, with me!
No doctor’s appointment, I was facing a long useless drive back home; bunk, I used it to make few stops. First, I stopped by a day old bread depot looking for some soft oat bread. Nada, I picked up a couple cinnamon raisin bread’s for a couple breakfast treats plus a jar lidded mug of apricot jamb. Yum, the bread and jamb were half price anywhere else. Second stop Home Depot to check out storm doors. Saw two I liked and priced them. Ho boy, I need to salvage or make me an outside entry doorjamb. Forth, I stopped by an Ace hardware store looking for Frieda a backing pan in either glass or stainless. They put me onto Kroger, where I picked a Pyrex backing dish for my primary cooker. That could have been a mistake. She get’s mad at me I might miss seeing it coming or clearly wondering what had hit me. Sixth stop was by a distanced drug store what was interested in carrying the products what were useful in making peoples well. there I picked up a hot or cold, micro waved or freezer chilled, gel pack for less than a sawbuck. Seventh stop was by the super market. Need little more than some milk, a couple angel food mixes plus some needed laundry soap and a couple other products. My eighth stop was buying the old woman’s beer. Could be I keep her happy maybe she’ll keep the new backing dish busy cooking something in the oven.
Shop time saw the 18.4 X 38 tractor tire mounted, the wheel ready for mounting on an Ollie. Then wet or dry I can get into making up corn-stover.
The Shorthorn country weather was more miserable than yesterday. There was scarcely a dry moment all day, everything pretty much kept wet by an almost invisible mist. Humidity had to be classed at 100%.
Tonight’s supper is macaroni and cheese. This I like, this I’ll eat. Chicken parmesan can’t begin to sound good to me! Even worse when I’m supposed to cut down on cheeses. BGKC.