I knew it was coming. But as a platinum card carrying member of the procrastinators club, (we are going to formally organize but we haven’t got around to setting a date for the initial meeting) I figured I had plenty of time to prepare for it. My studio was under contract for sale.
Wednesday the owner called and said I need to have everything out by Saturday. So in between painting for my solo show opening at the Crossnore Gallery in North Carolina next month, my son and I schlepped back and forth from studio to storage unit.
Afterwards I went to Starbucks and sat outside enjoying the ocean breeze while I pondered my next move.
A woman sitting across from me struck up a conversation with the man sitting next to me. She was saying how nice and laid back this area is, and he was responding when her phone rang. She broke off from him and got involved with the person on the other end. It was awkward for the man next to me. One minute he was engrossed in a pleasant chat and the next hung out to dry.
It was rude. He looked around like he was the last kid that gets picked to play in a game.
Remember the days before cell phones? An accidental encounter with a stranger, a nice conversation and you part feeling your day is a little lighter, a little brighter.
When I meet my daughter for coffee, I leave the phone in the van. I want her to know she is the most important person in the world.
I missed the outcome of the pair — I had to make a call to my sister about our grandma.
This was the third week my grandma hadn’t been out of bed and we were worried about her. Course, if I was almost 103, I’m not sure I would want to get out bed either.
After I left the cafe I went to check on her. I left my phone in the van and went inside. I was surprised to see her sitting in the hallway in her wheelchair. She was out bed! And apparently not to happy about it.
She was on strong pain medicine for her stomach.
She said, “Why aren’t you in bed? That lady with the scarf wanted to get in bed with me. She must not know me very well, because I am not having any of it!”
The nurse came and asked if she wanted to go to the dining room.
“Diving board! I’m not going on the diving board. I don’t want to get wet.”
She poked me in the belly. “Your getting a stomach. You got a warm body in bed? I want a cup of coffee. What do you do — stay up all night.”