Monday, November 7, 2011
It's a beautiful fall day in Los Angeles, cool enough that the heat came on last night. The skies are blue, the leaves are changing, there's snow on the mountains that you can actually see beyond the skyline. Spectacular. I've been to the dentist this morning, where I begged off the x-rays (added cost), leaked a few tears when the technician asked how Sophie is (not good), mentioned the broken dryer, a fallen cable from a fallen palm frond, and a message from Sophie's teacher stating please try to send Sophie in with a proper coat since it's freezing out and we want to take her for a walk. Unlike Single Dad, I'm not prone to the pithy letter, but suffice it to say that I leaked a few more tears, felt indignant because it's not freezing but, rather, in the sixties and Sophie was wearing a turtleneck and a wool sweater. Yes, The Husband brought her to school and given the situation with The Mistress, he's prone to forgetfulness, but -- well, it's not worth the defense. I told the dental technician that I was having a day of it and to try not to make me bleed. We laughed at that, and I lay in the chair, my eyes closed, my hands in tight fists (I hate the prodding), trying to breathe through the plaintive strains of Lionel Richie. Hellloooo, Is it me you're looking for? And then I began thinking about my high school boyfriend and did we really pay money to see Lionel Richie in concert and was it back when he was a part of the Commodores? Cause I wonder where you are and I wonder what you do -- the song, insufferable, is actually well-suited to an addled middle-aged woman in a dentist chair, with bleeding gums.