Suzy Says

Tomorrow is Friday the 13th, widely considered to be an unlucky day. While my plans for the day may not be exactly unlucky, they are less than fun and probably painful:

• Having my teeth cleaned. So it seems that I will actually pay to have pain inflicted, like a (or should it be an?) habitu&eacute of a dominatrix. I will probably get the flossing lecture (I mean to do it every day, but since the road to hell is famously paved with good intentions, I’m more than halfway there) and they will certainly stretch and maul my face, destroying what make-up is still clinging to it at the end of the day, ensuring that I do not look my best when they have finally completed their ministrations. Since John is having his teeth cleaned at the very same time – a coincidence, not extreme togetherness, I assure you – he will start re-thinking those pesky wedding vows for about the billionth time.

• When we get home from the dentist’s, Mom will be at our apartment, accompanied by her dog Schatzi and her cat Twice, who will be our non-paying guests for the next month while Mom is in England spending the holidays with my sis and her family. Schatzi will have to be walked three times a day, which will exercise what little patience I have far more than it will exercise what little muscle I have. Why does any apartment dweller have a dog? Especially if there is no backyard access?

• We are having dinner on Friday night with my passive-aggressive godmother, the one who always makes disparaging remarks about my appearance, etc. Since Mom has also spent my entire life putting me down, this qualifies as being between a rock and a hard place, unless they cancel each other out. Also John will be there and they generally put on a civilized facade toward me in his presence, so it might be OK.

  We are having dinner at the Fort Mason Officers’ Club, which is scheduled to close its doors at the close of the year. It has a breathtaking view over the Bay, but the food has never been much better than your average public school cafeteria. Still, it has memories for me of happy dinners with my godfather, a true Renaissance man, and my father over the years, so I’m sorry to see it go from my life as they have.

To top off this sundae of horrors, it’s supposed to rain from Friday through Monday at least.

On Saturday, we’ll take Mom to the airport with all her bags and get her checked in. She will need a wheelchair, so we’ll see how that works. I don’t think they will let us through Security and into the boarding area with her, since we aren’t going on the trip, but does that mean an airline person will push the chair? I guess we’ll find out when we get there. Then we’ll have to rush home and walk the dog.

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