The week, bracketed
Somehow it seems fitting that the bad events of the weekend should be followed by an unenjoyable week. Today I am going to the dentist for a cleaning, so I will be chided for not flossing enough and end up with bloody gums and a gross taste in my mouth. And I will get to pay for this, as an added bonus! Somehow they always manage to make my face all blotchy and remove most of my protective coloring, too.
On Friday, I am going over to my godmother’s place for dinner. I have known her all my life — since before I was born — but I don’t think she likes me very much. She always manages to wrap an insult into a passing remark, or even a compliment, every time I see her. She technically lives in the city, but her neighborhood is so remote and undesirable that it might as well be the ‘burbs. I’ll have to take a cab there and back, since taking Muni would involve subway, bus, then walking (including scrambling down a rocky slope in the dark), and I just can’t face that. Rufus is not accompanying me since he fears her cooking and doesn’t understand the concept of social obligations, so it will just be me, her, and the slides of her trip to Death Valley.
