|
QUESTION:My incoming newsfeed seems to be down at the moment, so it's possible
that someone else has already started a thread like this one. Of so, I
apologize.
I planned ahead this year for a change. Since Robert is currently
working midnight shifts, I knew he wouldn't be home last night after 8:00
pm. I go over to his house every Monday night after work so I can watch
Star Trek Voyager on UPN. (Here in Austin, the UPN station is very low
power and only people who live in or near to downtown can receive it
clearly.) After he left for work at 8:00, I went down to my car and
pulled out a dozen roses that I had bought for him. I then went back
upstairs and, after making his bed, spread them out over it so he would
come home from work to a bed of roses. I then headed home.
He stopped by my office just a few minutes ago to bring me some long stem
roses and a box of candy (just what I need!). As usual, the receptionist
at the front desk didn't know what to make of it when he came in the door
with them and then asked for me
ANSWER: I'm not sure 'nice' is the word I would use to describe it.
I got up extra early to unlock the front gate so that the furnace repair
man would be able to get to the doorbell (at least the one you can see
while standing on the outside of the gate.)
Then I tried to get some rest, having been up most of the night contacting
the highway patrol or state police in CA, AZ, NM, TX and OK, as well
as the Tulsa County Sheriff's dept. and the Tulsa Police. (CA, AZ, and
all the authorities in OK were wonderful. NM and TX were very uncooperative.)
Did I mention that I was trying to locate the Virgo that I met recently,
who was several days overdue returning to Oakland. (He was supposed to
be driving from Tulsa.)
Well, at noon, I gave up waiting for the repair man. He was supposed to
arrive between 8 and noon. I tried to call their office. No answer,
so I went to work. There was a message waiting for me that they couldn't
make it in the morning, how about the afternoon. Why they called at
work instead of at home, where I was waiting and they knew it, I don't know.
We rescheduled, and I made them promise to give me ten minute notice.
(I live pretty close to work.) When he got there we learned that one
of the electric motors was burned out and would need to be replaced.
Of course, they don't have that one in stock. So, he would need to
come back tomorrow. (Which he did and I'm so glad to have heat again.
But back to our regularly scheduled programming.)
After that I got rather depressed about the fact that I was not having
a lot of luck determining if my new gentleman friend was alive or dead.
I canceled my appointment at the gym.
I put away the Valentines card I had gotten him. I put the anatomically
correct chocolate heart I had gotten him in the kitchen. I looked at the
TV guide and decided that there was NOTHING on that I wanted to see.
I decided that I needed to accept the fact that he was dead, or that he,
for reasons as yet unknown, chosen not to return. I needed to start
finding emotional closure. I needed to get out of the house; the house
that stilled smelled of him; the house that still had his books on
the coffee table; the house that had his clothes in the closet.
So I went out and found someone to massage the nasty lumps out of my
shoulders. Then I came home and watched the rest of BUFFY THE VAMPIRE
SLAYER and went to bed early.
I now know why I'll probably never see him again. I guess I feel better.
I know that I'm better off that he didn't come back. I guess I'll get
over it.
I did everything I could for him. I really hope that he can get
his life back together. (We're talking SERIOUS trouble.) I wish
him well.
And if any of you out there know Brant E. Vandever, please tell him,
I miss him. I talked to Effie, and Flo, and Josh, and Julie.
|
|
|
|
