A short trip.
I would get upset when we didnít leave on vacation as
early in the day as I thought we would. Lolli always had some extra
things to do before we could leave; finish packing her clothes, answer the
messages on her answering machine, drop packages off at the Post Office
which invariably turned into an encounter with a former student wanting to
know how to straighten out the warp on their loom. One hour, two, even
three hours later we would finally hit the road with me, Mr. Pissed.
I need to accept the fact that Lolli is a working
woman. I am retired. She has things to do. I do not. Life is a lot
easier on me and her if I just let it go and be,
We leave Fort Bragg only an hour late this time and I
have maintained my Mr. Mellow persona.
We enjoy a beautiful drive up the coast heading for a
three day camp-out on a river near Klamath Glenn. We stop for lunch in
Eureka. Lolli and Mr. Mellow. Very nice.
Near McKinleyville I spot a 76 and decide to fill up.
At the pump I unlock my gas cap, swipe my credit card
and put the nozzle into the filler hole. I decide to squeegee the bugs
off the front window. Stepping over the filler hose I trip and fall flat
onto my forearms. Mr. Mellow has just become Mr. Shocked, Mr. Stunned and
Mr. Embarrassed. I try to raise myself off the concrete. Quch!
Lolli hops out of our
Volkswagen bus and helps me into a sitting position beside the gas pumps.
She asks if I am all right. I donít know. I try wiggling my fingers, my
wrists and arms to assess the damage. Basically, Iíve become, Mr. Pain!
It is obvious I can no
longer drive so Lolli helps me onto the passenger seat. She replaces the
gas nozzle, connects my seatbelt and we continue towards Klamath Glenn
hoping things will get better. My right arm doesnít seem too bad but my
left arm is starting to feel really weird.
We decide we better
continue to Crescent City and find a hospital emergency room.
After five x-rays, the
application of a partial cast to my broken left arm and a pain shot in the
right cheek of my butt we are finally free to resume vacation.
We arrive at Klamath
Glenn. Lolli sets up camp while I ease myself into a lawn chair.
What would I do without
The pain shot kicks in
and once again, I am, Mr. Mellow.