Premonition, Sort Of

The lady I’ve hired to take care of Mary couldn’t come today. She said she has the flu. I hope she’s telling the truth—she sat with Mary Saturday night and I pre-paid her for the week. Oh, I’m sure she is telling the truth. I’m always so suspicious. I guess I get that from Mom. Also, I figure that if I’m always being surprised by myself, then surely I shouldn’t be surprised by being surprised by other people. Know what I mean?

So I had to ask Mom to come over while I ran to the pharmacy. I could have gone yesterday while Delores (Mary’s friend from church) was here, but I figured Bonnie would be coming today…and then I didn’t want to bother Delores because she was just here yesterday, even though she constantly urges me to call upon her if need be. Mary started that “go ahead and go, I promise I won’t get up” business. It’s so tempting to do it. The pharmacy is just down the street and around the corner. Mom even wanted me to consider it! But I refused because, as I said, you just never know. God forbid, but I could be in an accident or something and not be able to come right back.

When Mom came in, Mary and I were just looking over the legal documents the lawyer had sent. I was glad about that because Mom could see for herself that Mary really says she wants me to have the house and everything. Mom is convinced that Anna’s kids are going to try to convince her not to give up her right to the deed to the house, but I think that’s silly. It would look terrible if she fought it. She would come across as absolutely greedy. And I really don’t think that Anna wants the house. But I feel bad that Anna will have to have the document notarized. She shouldn’t be put to any trouble to undo something that Mary did. (I talked to Gina about this last night, by the way, and she told me as far as the guilt was concerned to get over it. That made me feel a lot better. She also asked me if she could name me as guardians for her kids if something happens to her and Jim. I said, yes, of course, providing that a weekly therapy session would be included because I would surely lose my mind! I can’t believe she asked me. I think she’s out of her mind. I don’t know anything about raising kids!)

So I went to the pharmacy and when I came out, lo and behold, I had a flat tire. I’d driven Mary’s Cadillac, which hadn’t been out of the garage in ages. Talk about crazy! Thank God I’d renewed my AAA! The guy finally got there and said that the tire was dry-rotted and changed it for me. He was really nice and talkative—quite young and from this area. I’d only worn a light jacket and nearly froze to death. I’ve felt ill now all evening—hope I don’t have Bonnie’s flu bug! The cat suddenly started throwing up late this evening, so I hope she’s not sick. O je. Oh, and the doctor left a note with the pharmacist that I need to bring Mary in for blood work. Blech! I don’t know why but I hate taking her in to the doctor. All the waiting. Although this office is wonderful about not making her wait too long. I bet they get tired of seeing us! Mary already has an eye doctor appointment this Thursday and a dental appointment next Tuesday.

I got some pad-like bandage thingies to put between her toes. I needed something called Telfa, but this drugstore doesn’t carry it, so I got something that looked similar. However, it’s too slippery (not supposed to stick to the wound) and won’t stay between her toes at all. Talk about more than mega annoying! What am I going to do? Hm. Well, at the latest I’ll be able to drive to the other drugstore on Thursday, I guess.

On my daily rounds of Internet job searching this morning I discovered that one of the high schools around here is looking for a German Teacher. For next year, I assume but…? So I gave my “inneren Schweinehund” a big kick in the rear and sent them an email. I dread the idea of teaching high school again and yet I feel like that’s what I’m supposed to do. Just like I feel like I’m supposed to be here with Mary. There’s a certain part of you that feels oddly peaceful. Like when you’re meditating or doing Yoga.