Fiddle-dee-dee

'Sleepy' is my word for the afternoon. I am about to fall headlong onto my desk here at work because of it. So, I thought I'd start typing and see what happens. I have no idea what I'm about to say. Let me think.... what is that rolling around in my head? Not much I'm afraid. It's quiet here except for the air blowing through the air-conditioning system, and the buzz of this computer. My phone is not ringing and I rarely hear another voice. However, just as I typed that last sentence, the cleaning lady came off the elevator and rolled her big trash can with brooms and cleaning paraphernalia across the tiles of the foyer which is always a bit irritating and makes me furrow my brow daily until she hits the carpet. I think the football coaches are outside or out of town and no one is at the ticket office window arguing about the rising cost of simply trying to enjoy a collegiate game or event. I've emailed precious friends and family all day long and then I was about to leave for my lunch hour to shop for some comfortable black shoes for my trip to Spain at a store named Belk which reminds me of the word 'belch'. Nevertheless, they are having an amazing sale there so I thought I'd take advantage of it. However, my precious husband called just then and... I still find him irresitable. He had driven a school bus full of hyper active elementary children downtown to the Hippodrome to let them and their teachers off to see a dramatic production of some kind. He then parked the bus and strolled along Austin Avenue seeing whatever there was to see. Not much he said. He had some time on his hands, so we decided to have lunch together. Our mid-day get-together, through circumstances we did not anticipate, became frustrating to say the least. Not because of him or me, but because we tried a little sandwich shop downtown and there was NO parking anywhere close! I got wedged into one spot we learned was not supposed to be a parking place at all, was nearly completely blocked in by a woman in a big truck and then after getting loose by maneuvering an interesting five or six point turn (I'm not sure which) ending with a sore neck and stiff joints in my fingers from turning the steering wheel so many times; I left my husband standing on the sidewalk. I had to drive around the block and park two traffic lights away from the sandwich shop. Praise God for a sunshiny day and the sweater I was wearing. We finally got to the 'order line' only to be told by a toothless elderly woman to come order at the 'checkout line'. Whatever. We both wanted turkey on wheat bread and cheddar cheese because that was all they had besides Swiss; and then they said they were out of wheat bread. What a nightmare! "No wheat?" I said. Well, there was no way we were going to eat white bread! So, just as said husband was about to give up and leave, the manager came through with those little paper boats for French fries stacked up to her chin and said not to worry she'd fix our sandwiches on the bigger wheat buns with no extra charge. Come to find out when we got our order, the bigger buns were so hot we literally could barely touch them and we were running out of time. The sandwich consisted mostly of shredded lettuce to make it look bigger I imagine. Well, we shoveled off the lettuce, wrapped napkins like little potholders around our bigger buns and ate a fairly yummy half sandwich. I wasn't about to see what we'd have to go through to get a to-go box. Another point of frustration was that my sweetie who was by this time rather grumpy, had to keep watching down the street the whole entire time to where all the school buses were parked so that he wouldn't miss seeing a possible stampede of, in his words, rugrats, who he had delivered with the intention of broadening their horizons and cultural experience. Needless to say, we ate in virtual silence and were anything but relaxed, mentioning only briefly how our kids were doing and what lay ahead this weekend as we look forward to helping move our oldest daughter and her family to a different house. We walked back to my car commenting on the demolition going on down the block from where we were. A tall building, for Waco anyway, that's being renovated from a nursing home to the up and coming loft apartments of our thriving metropolis. We talked about how dangerous it would be to walk down the sidewalk underneath the windows where getting hit on the head with a stray brick could be a very real possibility and how irresponsible it was to leave the broken yellow 'caution' tape flapping in the breeze. Needless to say, we stayed away from that side of the street. My hubby apologized for being so grumpy, we kissed good-bye (that's a good sign) and rather than giving him a lift on down the block to his bus, he opted to walk off our exasperating lunch date. All that to say, the sun is still shining, the temperatures are rising, and it's getting closer to 5:00 than it was before I started this rambling blog entry that most likely... no one will read. At least I'm not asleep with imprints of telephone keys on my cheek.