and would like something with a bright burst of color to wear with them.”
“I know just the place.”
“How have you been feeling? The last time we spoke you were concerned about your sugar. Isn’t the pump holding it steady?”
“Mornings are the worst, I guess. Unless I overdo my cocktails.”
“I thought you were supposed to cut back on the cocktails?”
“I have, but Betty and Bonnie still come over every now and then around four o’clock. I think they’d croak if I didn’t offer them a Gin & Tonic.”
“I hope you are using the diet tonic water.”
“Yes dear.”
“Work has been a nightmare, mom, but one of the positive things that has happened is the company has a new - latest and greatest - diabetic pump. It sounds really good. I could make sure we get one, and converting from your Gemini would be easy. I understand the new one is quite advanced.”
“Oh dear. You know how bad I am with these computer gadgets. I’m all thumbs and certainly don’t understand the bits, bites, ergs, pixels and stuff.”
“Mom, I don’t think there are ergs and pixels in a diabetic pump. I promise it will do everything for you, that’s why it’s so neat!”
Mother and daughter seemed to talk forever, but all of a sudden, mom decided she wanted Kathryn to see how she rearranged the furniture in the living room.
“Believe it or not, I still had so many little reminders of your father hiding in every nook and cranny. I decided I should really thin that out. They’re in the attic now dear, in case someday you want some of that stuff.”
Later that day, after they had finished their lunch - at an adorable cafe with tables scattered on the sidewalk where they were entertained by people donning their latest fashion creations - mom wanted to take Kathryn over to the dress shop she had mentioned. She was certain Kathryn would find some splashy summer blouse like she was looking for.
“I really liked that restaurant mom. And I loved getting a table on the sidewalk. That was so nice. And, weren’t those dogs hysterical? Especially that big fat English bulldog. He was determined to take a drink from that water dish. Lots of those dogs were really cute, and well behaved, too. I just don’t think I could walk a dog onto a crowded street, even if on a leash. What would you do if he starts having a fight with another dog? Or what if he decides to poop? How embarrassing!”
“Speaking of cute, are you picking out a blouse for some new beau? I haven’t heard you talk about anyone, lately. You’re working way too hard at that job of yours. We aren’t getting any younger you know,” mom said dying to get into the subject.
“It’s really been crazy at the office mom. I’ve been extremely busy and there is very little time to go out looking for guys. It’s just not a good time.”
“It’s never a good time, honey. Maybe you’re not aware, but there’s a biological clock running here in the background. You don’t have forever to plan a family. Besides, didn’t anyone tell you that as you get older, single older men are about as rare as a coconut tree in Anchorage! Seriously, ask one of your married friends to rattle off the names of available single guys. Nope, can’t do. And let’s say you keep putting this off and now you’re in your forties, looking for an established, rich, successful guy in his 50’s? You might as well go park outside of the divorce attorney’s office or visit a local urologist. And, the longer you wait, the smaller the number gets. It’s terrible!”
“Mom! I think you are exaggerating a bit here. I’m not looking for someone in their seventies for gosh sakes. Who knows, by then maybe they’re all dead, but - 30’s, 40’s - I know they’re out there!”
“Yeah, at the sports bar watching ESPN all night, or on the hiking trails in the mountains if they’re the health nuts. Better scratch that last one. Come to think of it, I don’t know any hiking trails with cue
“I know just the place.”
“How have you been feeling? The last time we spoke you were concerned about your sugar. Isn’t the pump holding it steady?”
“Mornings are the worst, I guess. Unless I overdo my cocktails.”
“I thought you were supposed to cut back on the cocktails?”
“I have, but Betty and Bonnie still come over every now and then around four o’clock. I think they’d croak if I didn’t offer them a Gin & Tonic.”
“I hope you are using the diet tonic water.”
“Yes dear.”
“Work has been a nightmare, mom, but one of the positive things that has happened is the company has a new - latest and greatest - diabetic pump. It sounds really good. I could make sure we get one, and converting from your Gemini would be easy. I understand the new one is quite advanced.”
“Oh dear. You know how bad I am with these computer gadgets. I’m all thumbs and certainly don’t understand the bits, bites, ergs, pixels and stuff.”
“Mom, I don’t think there are ergs and pixels in a diabetic pump. I promise it will do everything for you, that’s why it’s so neat!”
Mother and daughter seemed to talk forever, but all of a sudden, mom decided she wanted Kathryn to see how she rearranged the furniture in the living room.
“Believe it or not, I still had so many little reminders of your father hiding in every nook and cranny. I decided I should really thin that out. They’re in the attic now dear, in case someday you want some of that stuff.”
Later that day, after they had finished their lunch - at an adorable cafe with tables scattered on the sidewalk where they were entertained by people donning their latest fashion creations - mom wanted to take Kathryn over to the dress shop she had mentioned. She was certain Kathryn would find some splashy summer blouse like she was looking for.
“I really liked that restaurant mom. And I loved getting a table on the sidewalk. That was so nice. And, weren’t those dogs hysterical? Especially that big fat English bulldog. He was determined to take a drink from that water dish. Lots of those dogs were really cute, and well behaved, too. I just don’t think I could walk a dog onto a crowded street, even if on a leash. What would you do if he starts having a fight with another dog? Or what if he decides to poop? How embarrassing!”
“Speaking of cute, are you picking out a blouse for some new beau? I haven’t heard you talk about anyone, lately. You’re working way too hard at that job of yours. We aren’t getting any younger you know,” mom said dying to get into the subject.
“It’s really been crazy at the office mom. I’ve been extremely busy and there is very little time to go out looking for guys. It’s just not a good time.”
“It’s never a good time, honey. Maybe you’re not aware, but there’s a biological clock running here in the background. You don’t have forever to plan a family. Besides, didn’t anyone tell you that as you get older, single older men are about as rare as a coconut tree in Anchorage! Seriously, ask one of your married friends to rattle off the names of available single guys. Nope, can’t do. And let’s say you keep putting this off and now you’re in your forties, looking for an established, rich, successful guy in his 50’s? You might as well go park outside of the divorce attorney’s office or visit a local urologist. And, the longer you wait, the smaller the number gets. It’s terrible!”
“Mom! I think you are exaggerating a bit here. I’m not looking for someone in their seventies for gosh sakes. Who knows, by then maybe they’re all dead, but - 30’s, 40’s - I know they’re out there!”
“Yeah, at the sports bar watching ESPN all night, or on the hiking trails in the mountains if they’re the health nuts. Better scratch that last one. Come to think of it, I don’t know any hiking trails with cue
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