This day has held a series of misadventures all around me.
Take this morning at the Savannah VA. I had an 11:45 AM appointment for blood labs, as I see my PCP next Friday. I was there at 11:38, so good for me! However, there I sat... and sat... and sat.
I tried to be patient, I did. I even entertained myself with the song from my mental jukebox that had cued up upon my waking: "Video Killed The Radio Star". Very cool tune for doing knee flexions and knee extensions, especially in the tall chair I had chosen.
At 12:20 PM, I snagged one of the staff as she called yet another newcomer into the lab. I asked her what was going on, as I'd been waiting for more than thirty minutes.
She looked surprised at that, but took my name and said she'd find out what the problem was.
Then I sat... sat... sat, another 15 minutes, until another staff member ushered me inside.
She was one of Ms. Barker's assistants and she'd recognized my name at once when the other woman has asked.
So she had come to my rescue.
She had to print out my name labels again, as the others were past time, and that took a few minutes.
Thankfully, only blood was needed this time, not urine, so she had me out of there by noon58.
My late morning appointment had taken almost 75 minutes.
As I walked toward the bathroom and stepped past the reception desk in the main lobby, I saw this colorful sign: "Game Time! The 4th and 5th Wednesdays of each month, at 1300"!
I mean to remember that for next week and the week after!
Chances are I would have missed that sign if my blood draw had been on time.
Brunch at Texas Roadhouse, that's what!
Melaness had given me a gift card there, and, as I'd told the nurse, "they will feed me now!"
The problem was, they did not.
The usual first course of dinner rolls never came.
The hostess did not bring a basket of them with her when she seated me, nor did Marquis ever ask me about them.
Not that he was a bad waiter.
He probably assumed that I'd deferred on the rolls, as he saw me eating the bagged roasted peanuts on the table.
My Tater Skins came out quickly, and he checked on me several times to make sure all was well.
And the food was great!
I held the Skins like pizza as I ate them... yum!
Half the order went home with me... as well as a bag of four dinner rolls.
As I departed, I stopped by the front desk and asked for the rolls, as I'd not been given them.
The hostess and scheduler were flustered, but I got the rolls!
Then I was off to AMC for the 2:15 PM screening of "The Room Next Door".
The synopsis said Julianne Moore and Tilda Swinton were two old friends who hadn't seen each other in many years, until circumstances brought them back together.
What it did not say was that Tilda had terminal cancer and wanted to find someone to be close by when she took the euthanasia pill.
Julianne had been quite a few choices down on her list, but the others had been aghast and refused to be present for the suicide.
Julianne had been aghast, too, at first, but had relented.
But it wasn't until after the fact that the situation got to me.
The police were determined to arrest Julianne for aiding and abetting the suicide, which was illegal in that state.
Suicide was considered to be a crime???
What the fresh hell???
I needed a hug.
As it was almost 5 PM, I knew just where to go: Jalapenos in Sandfly.
The Smiths and Kamerons would be gathering there, with hugs a-plenty.
Plus, I could deliver the Christmas cards for my brothers that Aunt Linda sent to me.
Smitty and Mary were there, surprised to see me, as I'd said last week that I would not be able to join them this time around.
So I explained about the movie and got hugs.
Then Betsy and the Kameron brothers came and I got more hugs.
Tony and Laura didn't come tonight.
That's probably for the best, as we talked about suicides in our lives.
I seem to know many more than they do: Jean Marie; David Kopek in 2013, then his brother, Brian, a few years later; and now Kal, who killed Barbara, too.
What an odd night.
As I had written on my fb page earlier this week, "Movement In Motion: Where Art Meets Emotion" sounded like exactly the kind of show I would love!
Plus, the show was free!
However, it never happened, as it was postponed for some undefined future time, according to the student there at the door at the Savannah Arts Academy.
She couldn't tell me or the others waiting why, just that it had been announced that morning at school.
Well, hell's belles.
I could have gone to the Jepson for their screening of "Steamboy", had I known.
Drats.
So I returned home, finding absolutely naught of interest.
Peacock to my rescue for the third time this week!
They had Hallmark's "Ruby Herring Mysteries" mini-series and they'd proved enjoyable.
The premise was this: the widow of a Seattle cop, Ruby (Taylor Cole) hosts a "news you can use" segment on a local TV station, and helps Jake (Stephen Huszar) solve homicides.
Not that he wants her to, but he's a transplanted NY cop and she knows folks.
In the first movie, "Silent Witness", a friend of Ruby's mom gets killed before a cooking convention and that's how Ruby gets involved in the case.
In the second movie, "Her Last Breath", a famous health guru dies in an auto accident, but it's found to be homicide by the coroner.
In both movies, we see Ruby visiting the grave of her late husband, Ben, and having talks as if he were there.
Very nice!
Then, something skips a note and throws off the melody of these movies.
For "Prediction Murder", which concerns a five-year-old cold case of a fortune teller that was killed in her shop, no mention is made at all - not once - about Ruby being a widow.
Not once, not even by her mom.
Instead, there's this supposed "left at the altar" story of her, with the high-school sweetie, and now famous cardiac doctor, back in town for their class reunion.
Say what???
I can understand now why that 2019 series only had three movies.
I'm sure I wasn't the only viewer who wanted to know: What about Ben???
Such an odd day this has been.
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