OregganO and I had planned to enjoy a hot beverage at one of our favorite coffee shops, while watching people in Cadillacs frequent the food pantry across the way, but a phone call from a friend quickly changed our plans. Instead of relaxing in the coffee shop, we got our drinks ‘to go’ and I suggested we go to the local cemetery to drink them. “Ive never done that before,” OregganO informed me. “Really? I love doing that,” I said. “Of course you do,” OregganO responded.
Turns out, OregganO loves it too. As we walked around reading the numerous headstones we were intrigued by the various sizes, styles and epitpahs. One of the headstones was for a soldier and, from a distance, it looked like he fought in the SPAM WAR. I wondered, outloud, if that war was fought in the Phillipines. “I’m pretty sure that is the Spanish American War,” OregganO corrected me, “however, if it was an actual SPAM in a can war he was probably stationed in Hawaii.” We started making our way back to the car when I stepped on some snice (snow turned into ice) and slipped clear across Clara’s large headstone. I somehow managed to gracefully maintain a vertical position – which OregganO found both impressive and comical.
A little later in the day, D-Dog stopped by to update me on her life. She is interviewing for jobs in the city and, should she accept any of the job offers, she may end up living with me. Dr. BJ joined us for the discussion and D-Dog began sharing a recent dream. She believes dreams have meaning and, after explaining her dream in detail, she gave us a concise interpretation, “I’m going to get knocked on my ass soon.” This may not happen, but if she continues hanging out with me there is a chance she might slip on Clara.
We were all sitting in the front room and in the dining room (adjacent to the front room) was a nightstand I had been staining. “Speaking of being knocked out, did you open any windows or doors when you were staining?” Dr BJ asked. “No,” I answered. “I didn’t open any yesterday either and, I must tell you, I slept like a baby.” “I’m sure you did,” Dr. BJ replied while shaking his head and laughing. I should probably be more careful or someone will soon be sipping a hot beverage and reading my epitaph, which will most likely read, “Slipped on Clara.”