The Hat, BOUFFANTS buffeted in the winds, anticipated grief and moments that will be missed
Friday
It’s 15:22hrs.
Friday.
A messed up day began with taking my aunt to the Pharmacist to review her medications. She’s been taking a couple of her many medications incorrectly, which won’t surprise anyone that knows her. With no lift at the practice, the plan was that once we got out of there to go for a coffee, or hot chocolate as turned out to be the case, I would take her walking stick back up to her flat and bring the walker down. With her and my uncle living in the same block as the practice, this is no big deal.
I was also charged with getting my uncle to hand me her hat as the strong winds today were buffeting both our respective BOUFFANTS. My uncle struggled to locate the hat but persisted. He knew the grief he’d be getting if I went back down without my aunt’s hat. As it was, my aunt still laid into him for the amount of time it was before I made it back with her hat, though she did chuckle as I finally returned to the ground floor with her walker, or ‘mis ruedas’ as she calls it (My wheels). As we walked into the high street for coffee, my uncle returned to the hat. “How can your uncle not know where I keep my hat?”
It looks like later I’ll be having what this year will be my first evening run, having decided to get some work done here in the back-up café first. I arrived here going over in my head which actor has best portrayed Doc Holliday on film, and I’ve always been torn between Jason Robards and Val Kilmer, but I think Kilmer’s more dandyish depiction edges it for me.
Upright was snacking on something behind the counter. She smiled as I greeted her. We made some easy SMALL talk and then I found myself a table.
Can you believe that already while composing this missive, I’ve had two more porn Instagram accounts follow me on there. I’m blocking and reporting these accounts all the time and still, like the natives in ‘Zulu’, they just keep coming.