This is a story about an ex-boyfriend. He and I dated a little over twenty years ago and I have a lot of good memories from the time we were together. We kept in touch for a long time but he moved to another state and I got married and I suppose our lives got busy because I don't know where he is now or what he's doing.
He was a Marketing Director of a company that had Applebee's and Burger Kings. Most of what I know about the restaurant business today came from his knowledge and experience. He was one of those people who was completely happy with who he was. He was short, he was stocky, he wasn't the most attractive guy I'd ever dated but he had a tremendously magnetic personality.
He had, let's see, how do I say this, peculiarities. He wasn't strange, he just wanted things the way he wanted them. For instance, you couldn't turn on the faucet when the laundry was running because he said that stagnated the flow of water to the machine. He had a work car and then he had a personal car. I was amazed he ever drove his little red convertible car because the simple act of driving it would merit several hours of cleaning it, buffing it and picking all the tiny motes of dirt off the rugs.
He had his own little things he did that seemed crazy, like his socklets and toelets. That's what he called them. He liked to wear loafers for casual wear. Loafers and shorts look silly with socks. So he created socklets. All a socklet is is a sock, cut off at the middle of your foot area. Now, you can wear socks with your loafers. The sock isn't seen, because only the front half that's being covered by the loafer is "socked". The benefit is your foot doesn't get all sweaty against the leather.
Depending on the cut and type of shoe, some needed less sock than the (as he called it) standard "three-quarters socklet". That's where the toelet came in. It was a sock cut off just above the toes.
He was proud of his inventions. He'd explain their merits and no one really thought it was that crazy. I've never seen any for sale though, and definitely nothing under that name. If I ever do, I'll bet he's behind it somehow.
The Big Boy Update: So much happening. It's a busy time developmentally. First, he's in a single pair of underpants most days now. He won't initiate going to the potty, but he will go with you and he will do whatever needs to be done. The other day at a restaurant I took him in and held him as he sat on the big toilet and in no time flat he'd made a double production with no fuss. He's busy asking all sorts of questions. Of note, he asked me the other morning, "Momma, where's momma?" He likes to make connections that the rest of us don't understand, but are often funny. While we were all in the kitchen the other day getting ready for dinner my son said, "Happy birthday, Momma's butt." That one had us laughing for a good while. Oh, and this morning when I asked him to clean up the playroom while I got his sister dressed, he did. He cleaned up the whole playroom and put the bedding back on the beds. He's not always that helpful, but he got a lot of praise this morning.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: The pike position and the uncomfortable baby. She likes to sleep in pike position with her face on her feet. It looks terribly uncomfortable, but it seems to work for her. She, on occasion, can't get comfortable. When this happens, she gets up in a standing pike position with her head, feet and hands on the bed and her butt in the air. She backs up until her legs and butt are resting on the bed rails. I've seen her try to stay like that in the hopes she'll be comfortable, but it never works out so she intentionally slides down until she's laying in her original position. She will repeat this over and over until she gets either tired or comfortable and falls asleep.
Fitness Update: Four miles, very dark, as an extra early run so our husbands could go to the gym so when we got done so we could relieve them from baby patrol.
Someone Once Said: Most money is simply bookkeeping.
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