Making Good Art…
[If one reads this, one benefits from knowing we have one car and—when medicine happens—only one driver in the house.]
Last Thursday: Telephone line torn down from pole. Found out on Friday. Phone company can’t get to it sooner than Tuesday.
Last Friday: While walking dog in city park, stray golf ball through back windows of car. Golf hooligan does not leave note. $498.
Monday morning: Take Mom to doctor appointment using car borrowed from next-door neighbor. Examination chair collapses out from under her and drops her on floor and foot rests, hits her head on supply shelves.
Monday afternoon: Emergency room visit for mom using by way of car full of broken glass. Fortunately, only small amounts of glass in front seat area.
Med orders for Mom: Otorhinolaryngologist says do not lie flat for three days—sleep in recliner. Orthopedist says lie flat in bed to heal from fall.
Tuesday: Car gets new glass, but repair folk don’t know how to open trunk—it’s a button on the door explained in the manual in the glove box—so they leave broken glass in the trunk. Verizon comes out to fix phone and gets it done, apparently. We start receiving calls from doctors mid-morning. But we get car back with new glass. And discover floorboards full of water under mats.
Wednesday morning: Dad has appointment with his doctor. Dad doing well, but needs dental clearance ASAP to make sure no dental work needed soon before starting new meds.
Wednesday afternoon: Dentist squeezes us in on short notice so Dad can get his medicine ASAP. Finds suspicious tooth which may need extracting, but she’ll call oncologist to see what he recommends. [Still waiting for word on this.]
Yesterday morning: Car in shop to examine why floorboard is full of water. Also to check why thumping noise has begun in engine. Water from A/C now going properly through drain but mechanic can’t find thumping noise.
Yesterday afternoon: Grocery and household supply shopping.
This morning: Doctor’s appointment for Dad to follow up on his cataract surgery from last week. Looks good.
This afternoon: Walking dog at city park. Find two golf balls in parking lot next to car that weren’t there last night—from golf course across the street. More golf hooligans.
Going to be working this weekend, obviously. Right after tomorrow’s wedding of some really good young people.
I’m told this is the point at which I am to make good art.
Okay. Fine. One murder-death-suspense-revenge-slashing-gratuitous-instruments-of-torture-on-a-golf-course short story coming up. Maybe the bride should be the one who catches the killer.
Working title—Bride of Death, Part 1: Extraordinary Rendition On Hole 9
<closing eyes and repeating:>
Make good art. Make good art….