Tuesday, August 3, 2010


Greg just reminded me that I failed to supply a conclusion to Saturday's entry--that is, what happened when Kevin stopped by. If I were writing serial stories for magazines, I'd be fired tout suite, wouldn't I? I can imagine me ending an installment with "The murderer crept ever closer, with a mad gleam in his eye, while Detective Jones sat unaware, reading peacefully by the fire...." and then picking up the next installment with Detective Jones shopping for peaches at the grocery. Outrage would ensue!

Unfortunately, Saturday's story has no such suspense. Kevin stopped by as arranged, and I had his DJ outfit and two bags of laundry ready to go. (Yes, I'd done the laundry for him last week because did I mention? I wanted him out of here.) He played with the dogs for a bit while I gritted my teeth. "Yep, they miss you! Don't you have to go pick up your equipment SOON?" Finally, he grabbed the laundry, and then, to my shock, tried to kiss me good-bye. I managed to turn my head so fast that I think I pulled something, and he wound up getting just my cheek and part of my ear.

He left, and I called Ed back. About five minutes later, I saw Kevin pulling up in the driveway again. Just as I was swearing a blue streak, Kevin came up to my office window and said, "I left my DJ outfit here." Christ, I jumped a mile. I went into the living room, and sure enough, there it was. I unlocked the front door and handed it to Kevin, and he said something smarmy about kissing me making him forget to take his outfit. I faked a laugh and said, "Oh, everyone says that to me," and shut the door. Gah.

Oh, and I avoided the call to Thurston and Lovey Howell by looking up their e-mail address in the church directory. I just wasn't up to a phone call, and with my luck, if I tried to call at a time when I'd normally get their voicemail, one of them would have decided to stay home that day. They replied with a nice e-mail and said that whatever the reason for the breakup, they're sure it was very hard. That's almost exactly the same thing the woman running RE classes said. It must be the politically correct response du jour.

I'm feeling flu-ish today. No fever--just achy and tired, and my throat's sore. I think everything that's happened in the past few weeks is finally hitting me. I've decided to take the rest of the day off, and I'm getting into bed with a logic puzzle book, a novel, and a big glass of iced tea.


Celeste said...

Ah Kevin, clueless to the last moment. This was the last moment, wasn't it? Very glad you deflected his kiss. I mean, yuck.

I've heard there's a wicked summer cold going around so I hope you didn't somehow catch it. It sounds to be brief but intense, so here's hoping you can sleep it off. I figure any time a woman feels like she needs to lie down, that's a really good decision.

Too funny on the Unitarian Breakup Protocol. Hopefully those two will tell two people, and they'll tell two people, and so on and so on and then you'll have a shiny new head of hair. LOL Maybe you won't have to have Breakup Chat with anybody else at church, in other words.

Greg said...

What I really meant was, did you have a bubble bath and read a book, or did you brave going out? Nah, not really...

Inquiring minds are now satisfied.

Sasha said...

I didn't get a chance to comment because I read this entry on my phone but now all I have to say is that you need to update. :P :)