Can we do a reschedule, a little dance and some alka seltzer in... never mind.
My mother called last night saying she's rescheduled her acupuncturist appointment for Thursday, the 19th. I said, "oh, ok. well, looks like that's my only day off." and she says, "well good, it worked for me then. Pick us up early, we don't want to be late. " My third chakra is blocked as the gurus say. Gut bombed as my beer drinking sons say.
Just for the record, I leave my house extremely early because my mom is never ready. I sit in the couch with my dad and his new television the size of the room on CNN blasted to maximum and then when we finally get in the door to see her acupuncturist, guess what her favorite thing to say is? If you guessed, "Oh that Sandra! She's a busy lady, but at least she got us here!" , then you are correct. (you may smoke your cigar)
Nice thing about him is that we speak with our eyes and he grins, puts a needle on the top of my head and I feel it travel down my body in a most relaxing way. They don't remember why he does it and he always repeats that it's for stress to which my mom blurts, "Dee? No, she's not stressed."
We all love to talk! but a 2-3 hour visit is too much and then we go out to lunch and my mom scolds me for not becoming an acupuncturist, telling me it's not too late and the Dr. and I have so much in common. "I think he likes you." ...."would anyone care for dessert?" To avoid more gut bombing, I say, no thank you.
As far as coffee with you my friend on the 19th, looks like we will have to reschedule.