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Flip-flop

27 Sunday Mar 2016

Posted by mbtrevino in Recovery, Uncategorized, Wardrobe Failure

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My attempt at humor with my last blog post was a flop. I have to try and flip this.

This is a totally true, somewhat embarrassing  story. It happened just last night.

I’d been invited to a pre-concert dinner. It was a big celebration. I hitched a ride so I didn’t have to deal with the debacle of parking downtown. I needed to consider my footwear because I wasn’t sure how far I would have to walk after the concert. I tried on a few different pairs of shoes before I decided on my cherished 3″ heel, strappy- cork wedges. They looked good; island casual with hint of style. I’m vain.

As I was confidently walking back to the private dining room to join the assembled guests, I felt my foot step right out of my shoe. One shoe had come  completely apart. Ungracefully, I stooped over and scooped my delaminated sole off the floor.

I detoured to the ladies room. A woman had been right behind me. The look on her face was classic WardrobeFailure. She was more horrified than I was. I couldn’t just drive home and change shoes, I had been given a ride. I didn’t want to be rudely late. The timing for this evening this was critical with the concert right after the dinner.

To put the two pieces back together was not an option. I took off the remaining intact shoe. Upon examination, I decided to try and make both shoes look the same. Using my fingernails as pry bars, I wedged the cork platform from the other shoe. Once I got a bit of an opening started in the seam I banged it against the floor with as much force as I could use without arousing the staff. Brute force combined with creativity won.

The observer stood by like an silent assistant. When I slipped that pair of matching flats onto my feet, she smiled and finally spoke. She said ” Awesome recovery.”

My cherished wedge sandals are now my strappy Flip-Flops. Happy Spring.

 

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Night School

26 Saturday Mar 2016

Posted by mbtrevino in Binge Dating, Sneak Dating, Surplus Dating, Night School, Uncategorized

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Binge Dating, For Seniors Only, Night School, Sneak Dating, Surplus dating

“Don’t date the patients.” “Ever.”  I heard you. When would I have time? I go to school every night after work! Well, not exactly true. The insistent, persistent, persuasive, patients who wanted to ‘sneak-date’ – threatened to stop being patients if I didn’t agree to meet them – at least one time for coffee.

(The dentist would semi- jokingly tell his patients not to date us; in front of us, when he walked with  them up to the front desk to get them to schedule their next procedure) Kind of like black mail. No, just like black mail. But what was the lesser of my two evils? I lost either way. Overcome with temptation, I decided to sneak date.

Once I was guilty. I went out on another date, then another. It was fun.The patients kept slipping me notes on the back of their business cards. When the semester ended, I only enrolled in one on-line course.

Quickly, I became a Binge Dater. It seemed harmless. Why not date a few of them; try some variety. I became a Surplus Dater. I was dating excessively. Seriously, even two dates a night for a short while. I was exhausted. The adrenaline fueled me; but keeping up with logistics; who was who, was hard.

I simplified it. Just date men whose first names started with the same letter. I called all of them “B” – Bryan was B and Brent was B and Barry was B and Ben was B. It was easier that way. They never complained. They all though it was a term of endearment, like it meant Babe or something sexy.

I never frequented the same places with any of them. Bryan liked elegant places. Brent was the one who insisted on the same exact bar every single time (that was easy) Barry always wanted to leave the island and go anywhere on the mainland. Ben just wanted to cook for me at his place.

Though B didn’t stand for boy; it fit. They really were boys at heart. I won’t get into the age thing  but they were all about ten years younger. My last  live-in BF had been 19 years younger. The ten year, decade difference didn’t require as much translation.

Monday and Wednesday guy thought I went to school on Tuesday and Thursday nights. My Tuesday/Thursday guy thought I went to school on Mondays and Wednesday nights.Then there was Mr. Friday, and Mr. Saturday. I religiously took Sundays off.

I had specific outfits that I wore with each B. I wore my hair different; pulled up, pulled back, side part. It was almost like it required four different versions of me. I was a cynic for one, a psychic for one, an adventurer for one, and then a true blend of all three; more the real me.

Valentine’s Day happened when I worked at the Dentist’s office. All four B’s sent me awesome gifts. The dentist didn’t believe that they were from my family. I was going to be officially reprimanded.

Luckily, I’d passed my GRE. It was time for me to go to school Full Time. I tendered my resignation and never saw any of the B’s again. (I made all A’s in grad school except for that one, single B.) I did not get my Masters Degree in writing… LOL.

Weathered

10 Thursday Mar 2016

Posted by mbtrevino in Storms, Weathered, Toilet Bowl Fishing, Uncategorized

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I weathered my first significant atmospheric event in the duplex last night. Strong gusts, pounding rain and disturbing thunder competed with one another all night long.

Walking around in the daylight to survey the impact, I recognized the plastic cover I’d put over the front door’s exterior, all-weather light bulb; half-submerged, barely floating in a mysterious, new river of slow-moving, muddy water.

I grabbed a long piece of scrap wood left over from one of last weeks projects to fish it out. Amazing. The adhesive holding the price tag was still holding. I’d tried in vain to remove the tag when I screwed it into the rusty fixture.  Perhaps if I had used that same adhesive to install the cover,  it would still be where I intended it to be; protecting the expensive, energy-efficient, no-bugs bulb. No, it is now is more like a water-sampling container from the lab. What is in this grimy sludge anyway? Hmm…

The adhesive used on the “General Purpose, Damage-Free, Hanging Hooks was not nearly as reliable.  That loud sound of rolling thunder was actually the wire shelf in the bathroom detaching  itself from the wall and crashing down onto the toilet tank. The broken contents were rolling all over the floor. Of course the toilet seat was not closed. I got to participate in toilet bowl fishing.

My home-made screen door protecter that I’d crafted after immediately putting a hole in my newly installed  screen door is gone with the wind. It’s probably floating in some neighbor’s new sludge river. Maybe later today, I’ll discover it and truly learn which way the wind blows and water flows here.

I should just take my scrap-wood fishing pole along in case I spot it. I’m getting the lay of the land here. This house has weathered many storms. I have too. Game on.

To The Superheroes Who Keep Standing When I Would Fall Down- Latest BLUNTMoms Piece

09 Wednesday Mar 2016

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Hold Me, Don't Hold ME

Our conversation starts normally, with particulars exchanged in moments squeezed between acknowledging, encouraging, and parenting our kids as they ping-pong around the room. Ages of children are offered, current employment statuses discussed, and of course comments about the weather are made because this is what adults talk about (right?).

And then a bomb is dropped: Her kid is sick. Like, really sick.

An instant weight falls upon my shoulders as I hear her talk openly about almost losing a child. A tightness in my heart, squeezing, squeezing, as she discusses an unknown future. I stumble with my words, an apology, a well wish, a heavy silence while my brain spins with horrible Hallmark-worthy phrases to offer up.

And all the while, she remains standing. Shoulders back, head up, strong as hell, she talks about what might come, and she is still standing.

This is an excerpt from my latest post…

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