This morning when I stepped into my underwear in a hurry after a shower that was way too long and places I was supposed to be, I missed the hole for my left leg and wound up sticking my toes into the lace trim, tearing it off, swearing because this is one of my prettiest pairs and it figures that I don't even have enough grace to get dressed in the morning, like a normal person.
Probably because I'm not a normal person.
I part my hair in the middle, add a berry lip stain and put on all-black. My hair will wave out wild and the clothes say I'm serious in spite of it.
I am driven downtown where I conduct my first big real estate transaction without any assistance. Caleb is there but he says nothing. He wants to see what I come up with.
And I do great. I sign my name on all the papers and I walk out with a better deal than he could have gotten, probably because I'm sweeter and that's deadly sometimes.
Outside he holds his hand so high in the air for a high-five I wonder if he's signaling an air-taxi but but he has forgotten to do it at shoulder-level so I make a pass at it and succeed.
That was a stunning and appreciable event, Neamhchiontach.
Thanks. I think. Now I have to go home and research whatever it is that I just talked them into.
You've secured your future, and that of your children.
Have I, though? This could go south. I'm amazed that any deals still go down in the middle (at the end?) of a pandemic. Plus the future was well-secured years ago.
That's when the best deals happen. When everything is flatlined and everyone is looking the other way.
This actually doesn't help me.
Oh, it will in the long run. And that's all that matters.
He kisses my cheek when we get home, letting me out with my satchel of papers right beside the side door to the kitchen and continues down to his parking place further down the driveway. Lochlan comes out in bare feet, flannel shirt with only three buttons buttoned and I might not make it into the house for my knees have lost their ability to hold up the rest of my body suddenly.
Done with business? How did it go?
The charm still works.
Ah. Good! Omelets then? To celebrate? And more coffee?
Yes, please. You should have heard my stomach all morning. It was like a Raptor.
Bird or basketball player?
Dinosaur!
Ah.
Over the best omelets we've ever had I regaled him with not only the underwear story but then the gatekeeping one where Caleb asked me if I could still name all of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Sure I can..I love the movies. I watched the show because it came on before The Price is Right in the mornings when I was just home from a half-day at university. We only had one channel. It was the only thing on.
And then I realized I could name about three. Maybe.
Uh. Yeah, I can! I posture for effect. Fettuccine, Ravioli, Meatball and Parmesan!
He looks at me for a second and bursts out laughing. Then Lochlan does too, hearing the story. I'm so pleased I can still entertain them, sitting here in my ripped undies. I don't want for much, truth be told, real estate deals or not.
Probably because I'm not a normal person.
I part my hair in the middle, add a berry lip stain and put on all-black. My hair will wave out wild and the clothes say I'm serious in spite of it.
I am driven downtown where I conduct my first big real estate transaction without any assistance. Caleb is there but he says nothing. He wants to see what I come up with.
And I do great. I sign my name on all the papers and I walk out with a better deal than he could have gotten, probably because I'm sweeter and that's deadly sometimes.
Outside he holds his hand so high in the air for a high-five I wonder if he's signaling an air-taxi but but he has forgotten to do it at shoulder-level so I make a pass at it and succeed.
That was a stunning and appreciable event, Neamhchiontach.
Thanks. I think. Now I have to go home and research whatever it is that I just talked them into.
You've secured your future, and that of your children.
Have I, though? This could go south. I'm amazed that any deals still go down in the middle (at the end?) of a pandemic. Plus the future was well-secured years ago.
That's when the best deals happen. When everything is flatlined and everyone is looking the other way.
This actually doesn't help me.
Oh, it will in the long run. And that's all that matters.
He kisses my cheek when we get home, letting me out with my satchel of papers right beside the side door to the kitchen and continues down to his parking place further down the driveway. Lochlan comes out in bare feet, flannel shirt with only three buttons buttoned and I might not make it into the house for my knees have lost their ability to hold up the rest of my body suddenly.
Done with business? How did it go?
The charm still works.
Ah. Good! Omelets then? To celebrate? And more coffee?
Yes, please. You should have heard my stomach all morning. It was like a Raptor.
Bird or basketball player?
Dinosaur!
Ah.
Over the best omelets we've ever had I regaled him with not only the underwear story but then the gatekeeping one where Caleb asked me if I could still name all of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Sure I can..I love the movies. I watched the show because it came on before The Price is Right in the mornings when I was just home from a half-day at university. We only had one channel. It was the only thing on.
And then I realized I could name about three. Maybe.
Uh. Yeah, I can! I posture for effect. Fettuccine, Ravioli, Meatball and Parmesan!
He looks at me for a second and bursts out laughing. Then Lochlan does too, hearing the story. I'm so pleased I can still entertain them, sitting here in my ripped undies. I don't want for much, truth be told, real estate deals or not.