A broken chair, ramen, and home
Me: Morning – I need coffee and Mexican food.
Her: We have lots of leftover pizza.
Wake up early. Damn insomnia. Sit down to chat with my brother’s
girlfriend fiancee in the morning. As we’re talking about me falling down the stairs yesterday, my chair breaks and I come crashing down on that same knee.
Man, I swear I’m darned.
After icing it for a bit more, putter around the house. Wanna keep it low-key so I give my buddy Lorin a call – we’ve not seen each other in years. He drives over and we go to a local coffee shop to catch up.
I tell him of the troubles and he tells me of his.
Him: …and then I got remarried.
Me: Good, I’m glad. You happier now?
Her: Much happier. You?
We don’t stay long and soon I’m back at my brother’s pad. After trying to get some writing done – and hitting some really bad writer’s block – my brother, his girl, and I head out to the local Ramen joint. It’s closed.
…but we find another joint around the way. Pretty good. Scarfed down the whole thing with a plate of fried tofu.
I’m too beat to walk around so we head back early. Finally manage to get five hours sleep. We wake up the next morning and he drives me to Bob Hope airport.
Him: Thanks for the surprise.
Pretty quiet trip. I walk out into the NYC summer heat, make it home, and call the wife.
Me: I’m home.
Her: Logan’s home!
It’s good to be home.
For those of you that’ve read this blog for years, you might recall when I wrote the difference between Grace and Mercy:
- Grace is when you get the good things you don’t deserve.
- Mercy is when you don’t get the bad things you do deserve.
Anywho, I always think of my brother and sister when I think of that. Could use some of both these days for reasons we’ll get into some other time.
Even as a child, I’m stuffing my face. No wonder I broke that chair…