I was napping. The phone rang. I limped to the kitchen to answer it.
“Hi, Lyle”
I recognized Nancy’s voice. “I think I left my Day Planner there. Can you check?”
I limped to the living room Didn’t see the planner. Then I looked under the sofa. Voila! The wallet must have fallen out of Nancy’s purse. Lodged beneath the sofa.
I limped back to the phone. “Found it. It was underneath the sofa.”
“Thank you. Thank you. The planner has my life in it. My appointments. Everything. Can I come by on Saturday. In the morning.”
“Sure. I will be here. Ain’t goin nowhere.”
“I will come by about 10. Or, 11. Goodbye”
“Goodbye.” Nancy hung up. Then I did.
Then I started thinking about groceries. About how I was going to get to the Safeway. Planning my route. Planning contingencies. How I would carry them. Like money.
But first. Laundry. How was I going to get the dirty clothes down the stairs. To the laundry room. And, how was I going to get them back again. Up the stairs. How?
