Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Monday's Highs and Lows...

It was raining as I drove into work.

Sidebar: This damn weather is making me crazy!

At work, John S. brought in some homemade cookies. Then Matt did, too. I tried Matt's oatmeal and M&M's and damn near broke off my tooth. So, I soaked them in coffee and ate them successfully that way.

Victoria asked me early on what I was doing for lunch. I told her I hadn't even thought about it. She said she was taking me out for lunch for my birthday and to pick a spot.

I had to think about it, but picked Applebee's (we haven't been there in a while).

Sidebar: I am confident in my manhood enough that a woman buying me lunch does not scare me. Please, all you women out there, feel free, LOL!

We finally left about 12:30 (she was on a Help Desk call) . We hopped into her truck and she gave me my Christmas present. At her urging, I opened it up. It was a cup with pictures of all of us on our Puerto Rican trip and the slogan: "Your Favorite Puerto Rican Crew." There were also a Birthday and a Christmas card, signed by all of them. I was blown away! Thanks, guys!

At Applebee's, I ordered the French onion soup and a four cheese mac & cheese topped with chicken. She went crazy and ordered the sirloin topped with shrimp, garlic mashed potatoes and a side veggie.

Sidebar: When I said that looked good, she urged me to order it. I explained I couldn't eat it all and, if I did try, I'd fall asleep sometime in the afternoon.. And, I would have...

I did have a piece of her steak and it really was good! But, my lunch was excellent, too. Thanks, kid!

It was still raining in the afternoon, so I walked inside (again!)

I drove home in light rain and got  the mail. There were more Christmas cards and a birthday card. There was also a note card with a sunflower on the front (?) Inside here was a brief, handwritten message:

Sorry to send the news of my sister Christine's passing on 5/2/15. I liked your Christmas card. Sincerely, Faye.

It was from Florida. WTF? Who's Christine and who is Faye? I thought about it for a while and then went, "Oh, damn! Could it be Chrissy up in Alaska?"

She was my first ex-wife, Fran's friend. After we divorced, Chrissy and I lost contact, of course. But, about 15 years ago, she wrote me a letter, asking if I was "The John Goerlich" who was married to Fran and could I tell her how to get in touch with Fran. After that, we exchanged Christmas cards each year.

She was more than a little crazy and her cards were always written in large flowing script, usually written in circles from the outside in. Sometimes they were filled with glitter or little paper Christmas trees. And, they were always addressed to "The John Goerlich."

I sent a message on Facebook to Fran, but she said the last time she knew Chrissy was fine.

I couldn't let it go, so I called information for this Faye's number. Well, I thought I did. Instead of dialing 411, I dialed 911. I realized my mistake and hung up before they answered.

I got Faye's number and called her. Sure enough, it was Chrissy. She died of cancer that, apparently, runs in the family. Both their parents died of it, as well as Chrissy's daughter (who I remember being maybe seven years old) at 50.

Faye said they scattered her ashes in a beloved place of Chrissy's in Alaska. Damn!

I hung up when I heard a pounding on the front door. i was just in my robe, but I went out anyway. It sounded serious.

It was two Redford cops. The guy asked me if there was anything wrong as they had gotten a 911 call form this address. The lady cop looked disguested when I said I was dialing information and screwed up. They said "Sorry to bother you, but we had to check." I said I appreciated their quick response.

Then they went away. At first, I thought it was strange they didn't come inside to check on things. But, then I realized an old bald white guy in his bathrobe and slippers probably didn't look that threatening.

I warmed up the last of the kielbasa and sauerkraut. This time I ate the potatoes with butter. Then I ran the dishwasher.

I checked Facebook before I went to bed and saw another note from Fran. She said she's left to make dinner, but then checked and found Chrissy's obituary. She sent me the link, but I didn't check it. I had talked to her sister and already knew the worst.

I went to bed, bummed...


  1. That was kind of Chrissy's sister to write you a note.

    That's a good thing to know that 911 doesn't like hang ups. I never even knew about 411 until (relatively) recently. I was always taught to use 555-1212.

  2. Jake, I was thinking the same thing about the, apparently, old information number. I thought "getting the 411" was just slang for the information you learn about a person you find attractive.

  3. @ Jake: Yes, it was nice. I would have never know, otherwise.
    @ Jyl: No, that's the new number for information.