My Life Is Yours, But Your Love's Not Mine

 Entry 1    3:48 a.m.

Why am I awake?

Entry 2     9:24 a.m.

It was a mobile MRI, located on the south side of Bldg 2 at Central. I had to go to the Group Health Business office to check in, and then when they came to get me, had to walk through the staging area to get to the loading bay where the trailer sat.  No matter, it was quick, and easy.  And while my left knee aches when I use it, I can't deny its better than it was 6 weeks ago--even 2 weeks ago. I expect they will come back and say hematoma, and suggest physical therapy.  Meanwhile, my right knee hurts, often whether I use it or not.

Entry 3      1:55 p.m.

Somehow I am now involved with a variety of uniformed unions.

Entry 4      4:29 p.m.

Jenny's friend, let's call her "Mary" is just leaving. She came over to clean our fridge, she so desperately wants to lend a hand.  Jenny kindly came upstairs when Mary arrived and told me she was there to close the office door so I won't be disturbed while working. This never happens. I smelled a rat, but let me give some background so you can see why.

In the late summer, Jenny came to me one night with this hinky story:

Mary had hired a contractor to come and do some work at her house. He became smitten with her.  So much so that tonight when Mary's husband was out of town, he called and said he is coming over. 

I was suspicious. I wasn't getting the full story, and none of it made sense, as it went on.   .   .

I suggested she call 911 if this guy is stalking her and threatening to come to her house--Mary lives on Mercer Island FFS, the police would have nothing better to do than respond.  I asked if Mary was home alone. Jenny said no, her 21 year old son is upstairs.  Okay. So, I say, call the cops, set the alarm, and tell her to call her husband.  She can't reach him, he is at the beach house, I am told. Also, she didn't want to bother her husband about it. 

Uh huh.  Okay.  Note that a few days earlier, Jenny had visited Mary at her home, and came home raving about how nice this contractor was. Jenny, was waving her hand around while talking, as people do, and a ring she was wearing flew off  into the bushes.  He insisted on helping her find it, and spent a long time searching.  I learned he was Salvadoran, and very nice. Apparently Mary agrees with that last assessment.

Today, Mary came over.  Jenny came in and closed my door. Mary cleaned our fridge for an hour or so. The office door doesn't shut tightly, and at some point during that hour, the dogs came busting through the door before rushing downstairs--why are they always in a hurry, these dogs? They have no obligations.  

So after cleaning the fridge was completed, I could hear from the office Jenny thanking her friend for the help. They conversed, and working, I largely ignored them until their voices dropped and hushed whispers made me take notice. The glory of our arched high ceiling is whispers carry.  Curiosity piqued, I moved to the open door.  I heard Jenny whisper, "he should get an STD test." I heard lots of things. Turns out, Mary had (or is having) an affair with the nice Salvadoran contractor. Jenny is serving as her spirit guide in this, it appears, which is why she and Mary have suddenly started spending so much time together.  Hearing enough, I went back to work.  Completely. Utterly. Annoyed.

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