why i need a keeper . . .

joanie and i were wandering through dillards, looking for a pair of white crop jeans for me.  they are on the second floor which requires the use of an escalator.  i like escalators.  unlike an elevator, they are open and freeing.  you're not jammed in like a sardine. 

so i hop on first with joanie right behind me.  i open my wallet looking for the business card of the only wily woman in the state who can fit me properly . . . but a receipt i need falls to the floor  . . .  the moving floor because we're on a escalator.

i turn around and lean down to try and grab it and miss.  i try again but by now it seems i have run out of escalator.  my heels have run into the non-moving departure step but my balance is still moving.  arms flying, pocketbook flapping, body twitching, i right myself just before i would have face planted in front of a bevy of shoppers.  i am in one piece.  my esteem is not.  i need a keeper.

*****

just got in from my meeting with the good doctor.  as i check facebook, i realize i am tired.  not enough sleep last night.  i curl into a ball, pull up my favorite blankie and try to snooze.  suddenly, i hear a pop downstairs.  kidlet is in class.  ignore the noise.  another pop.  i do a cat count.  all three are snoozing with me.  head down on pillow.  pillow smells faintly of something unpleasant.  ignore the aroma.  pop.  ignore.  pop.  pop.  brain wakes up.  holy hell, i have forgotten about the seven eggs i popped into water and set to boil on the stove.  fly downstairs.  no water in the pan.  scorched exploded eggs.  i need a keeper.