Bedazzled Ladies
Today was better than yesterday. I figure if I can say that, I'm a pretty lucky guy, no matter how bad yesterday was.
After I dropped my son off at his bus stop, I ran home to take a quick shower, since I had an 11 a.m. mobile notary appointment scheduled in Stuart, and I like to be early.
My dryer has been acting up. Something is wrong with the sensor that detects whether the clothes are still wet, so even when they are soaked, the dryer only runs for a few minutes and then shuts off automatically. I tried everything I could think of to override the sensor (other than searching Google for an answer, because that would be too easy), including setting the time manually, but even my appliances think they're smarter than me.
So my options for clothes were limited. I could either sit in front of the dryer and turn it back on every time it shut off, or I could look through the rest of my clothes and hope I had black slacks I had forgotten about. Luckily, I was able to find a pair I had squirreled away in a folded pile.
The appointment was farther than I had driven myself in years, so even arriving was a notch in my belt. The signer was a lady in her 80s who had just arrived back at her assisted living facility following brain surgery. She had a matter-of-fact way about her that I found enduring, and she wore a pink baseball cap bedazzled with silver shimmers. As she shuffled towards me with her walker, she lifted her cap and proudly displayed the top of her head. Her daughter whispered, "They cut her horizontally, so you can barely even notice she had surgery."
It had taken her three weeks to recover from her surgery, and today was her first day back. All of the staff who passed welcomed her home, and she, in her matter-of-fact way, responded in turn.
The front desk secretary acted as the second witness for the signing. She wore a shimmery black dress with scattered silver and black rhinestones. My elderly signer looked at her, confused. "Why are you dressed so glittery today?" The secretary explained that it was Roaring 20s spirit day, so she thought the dress was fitting. "Don't worry," I assured her, "there's no way she can outshine you."