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November
25, 2000
  
The Adventures of Paisley
Blue
CB finally returned home early Saturday morning.
I was very happy to see him. He just had to burst out laughing
at the shocked look on my face. I jumped up and gave him a big
hug. I just wanted to be with him after being apart for so
long.
Okay, okay, it wasn't that long, but to
me it seemed forever.
He does not want to move to the
basement. For one thing, he reminded me of all the flooding we
endured at the last place we stayed. We had vowed to never
live in a basement again. I recalled the manager telling me
about various flooding problems they had recently repaired.
CB's point seemed valid. Plus, with no operating toilet in the
basement, I would have to be wandering upstairs to find one in
the middle of the night, and that would not be good. It's hard
enough to wander up those stairs when I'm wide awake. This
building we live in is very old and the stairs are very steep.
'Nuff said, we are staying put.
I saw the woman with
the see-through purse again. I pointed her out to CB, saying
she was the lady pimp who was looking for a working girl on
Thanksgiving. He said, "Her? I just saw her puking her guts up
outside." I said to myself, How glamorous.
CB has a
terrible cold. I've been trying to help him eat right and get
some rest, but we had to spend a little time replenishing our
stocks, and we had a good time doing it. Of course it was
raining, which isn't all that unusual in Seattle. However, in
one area where we were walking, there are bricks instead of
cement for the sidewalks, and being very slick, they conspired
to make my feet slide out from underneath me. I knew in the
instant before I fell that I was about to fall, and try as I
could, there seemed no way to break it. I tried to stop with
my hands, and then my elbows, but nothing would do until I was
firmly lying face down on the bricks.
CB said all he
knew was that he was talking with me; one minute I was there,
and the next I was not. He turned back to find me, and looking
down, saw me sprawled out on the ground. He came to my aid
immediately, asking if I was hurt. Fortunately I did not break
anything. A woman came up asking if we wanted her to call an
ambulance on her cell phone. That was the only offer of
assistance we received. There were probably 20 or 30 people
watching from the covered bus stop about 10 feet away. We
declined but thanked her. The only thing I got from the fall
were some bruises and scratched knees. There wasn't even any
blood.
My last clean pair of sweat pants were now
soaked with muddy rainwater and sopping leaves clung from my
coat. Yet I laughed about it, almost immediately after it
happened and on the way home. I joked that at least we weren't
too far from home when it happened, and wasn't this the kind
of thing that would hurt worse the next day? He reassured me
it was, and I responded, "Oh great! Another one of those kinda
pains."
We splurged and bought the X-Men video that
came out last week. Last night we settled in with leftover
turkey, stuffing, and vegetables, and watched the movie again.
I remember when we saw it in the theater in Fort Smith,
Arkansas. It's one of the only movies we've ever seen in a
theater and also the first video we have purchased. CB knows
how much I lust after Wolverine. I used to think it was Hugh
Jackman I liked until I saw photos of him outside the X-Men
persona - he just looked like a garden variety soap star. I
like the snarling mutant with the tender side that comes out
with Rogue.
Today we have ventured out in the rain
again to a copy store to use their computers for about five
bucks an hour. These machines are much faster and there are no
people leering over my shoulder, like when I am at the public
library. Too bad I cannot afford to do this every day!
This afternoon we have tickets for "Anything Goes" at
the 5th Avenue Theater. This will be my second musical. Of
course, I will write and let you know how it was. Until then,
ta ta!
~Paisley
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