The Adventures of Paisley
Blue
Is it already Wednesday? Oh my gosh! I feel like I just blinked and two days passed. Monday was good because I worked all day and left at a reasonable time. Yesterday I left about 11:45 am because Mechanic and I had an appointment to go to. We needed to be there by 1 pm and we had a bit of a drive to get there.
Once we got there, it was 12:55 pm so I let him out at the entrance and spent about ten minutes circling the parking garage levels until I found a car pulling out. I slid into that space and went inside. Five minutes later it was over and we left. I'm glad it was that fast, though. No complaints on that.
Afterwards we went to the bar where Michael works and hung out there. He's the bartender so he gave us free coffee and diet soda. I reckon we were there about 2-1/2 hours but it was very interesting. One of the bartenders from the SeaWolf was there. We enjoy going to that bar to sing karaoke. Mechanic and this bartender were having a pretty good discussion.
We got back home and found a metered parking space. There was only about an hour and a half until you didn't have to pay for metered space... and someone had pulled out leaving an hour and fifteen minutes on the meter. Woohoo! I only had to chuck a quarter in the box and we were good for the evening.
We had not been home more than a few minutes when our newly-homeless friend knocked on the door. I'm going to call her Opera, because she has the voice of an opera singer. I heard it last night for the first time. I could tell that she was deliberately keeping it quiet, and I can only imagine that if she let loose, her voice could be heard for blocks.
Opera has some rather paranoid ideas and far-out theories about life, current events, and the reasons behind things. Sometimes I think she's not far off from the truth, but other times it is so outrageous that it seems to be a symptom of illness. I don't know what to think. She gets talking about this stuff, though, and holds onto it like a starving dog who found a meaty bone. I've talked with Mechanic about this, and he agrees that sometimes it gets to him, but she is our friend and needs our help. There's no way we could turn her away, and I agree with that.
So that's why we have to have our alone time in the bathroom. (I can just picture you, my reader, going "Huh?")
Mechanic likes to take lots of baths and when he's in the bathtub, 9 times out of 10, I go in the bathroom and sit on the toilet seat and we talk, smoke, laugh, and just have personal time. It's like our little escape. This all started when he was having those fevers and it would make him feel better to take a bath, but he'd want to talk, and so I'd join him.
It's a nice practice, I think.
So here it is Wednesday. I am anticipating working a 12-hour day unless something unexpected comes up. I have to make up for the afternoon I missed yesterday and for the morning I will miss Friday. But you know I don't mind...
~Paisley Blue
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