It was kind of a wild week. The Supreme Court in one decision upholds the Affordable Care Act using one set of logic, and using a contrary set of logic to apply the constitution to same-sex marriage. In my opinion, they got the ACA case wrong, but since I don’t have a JD and a lifetime judicial appointment my opinion doesn’t matter.
With that in mind, the Catholic Bishops might do well to remember that not only don’t they have a law degree nor a lifetime judicial appointment, a few of them were guilty of covering up pedophile priests. In other words, jeezum crow, you have the right to speak your mind here reverends, but it really holds no weight. I’m really sorry that we have something called a democracy here and that the Church doesn’t control it.
On Saturday, I woke up with a nagging feeling I was forgetting something, but couldn’t remember just what. Bugged me, though. What the hell was I forgetting? At some point in the afternoon, I saw an ambulance at the elderly neighbors’ house – never a good thing – and went over to investigate. Another elderly neighbor stood by as it came clear that the lady of the house had fallen (it later turned out that she had broken her hip). As I chatted with the other guy while the first neighbor helped the responders and his wife, he said something to the effect that he had come over to tell them the bad news, but now this. He then introduced himself.
I said that I remembered he had previously related a story that his brother had left a horseshoe on the branch of a sapling at one point in the 1940’s and had forgotten it. It turned out that when the town widened the street sometime in the late 1990’s, early 2000’s he asked if they could help him get the branch with the horseshoe in it. It’ took some doing – eventually he actually had to burn the chunk of wood off of it – but he got his brothers’ horseshoe back for him.
Ah yes, he said. That’s why I was coming over here, to tell them that brother died this afternoon.
Don’t I just look like a clod at this point? Not unlike Clark Griswold at the Grand Canyon, I kind of bobbed my head up and down, told him I was sorry for his loss, jammed my right hand out and disappeared while he was more or less in mid-sentence. She’s still in the hospital, her heart rate and blood pressure is so out of whack they can’t do the surgery yet, and she’s in an incredible amount of pain.
I got home and came up with 4 different things to do – although damnit there’s that nagging feeling in the back of my head – whereupon Mrs. suggests we go to Foxborough and catch the MLS game. I’m down, so we jump into the car and go. Buy our tickets and at the gate…get told we can’t bring in the umbrella (it’s freaking raining guys!) We can bring it back to the car or throw it away. Mrs. makes the outstanding suggestion we just go get a beer and come back through the line to another security guy. So we go up to the concourse and try to decide where to get that beer. Time is ticking so I point to the closest place and pick that one.
We walk in and…I’m face to face with a guy from college that I haven’t seen in some 20-odd years. He’s from and still lives in Chicago, so it was plenty odd to just run into him there. We chat for a bit, and do the obligatory we should definitely catch up more thing, but then it was time to go.
We got 30 minutes into the game and the good guys got a second yellow card (two yellows = red) and we have an ejection AND a penalty kick. 2-0 AND a man down. What a disaster. It’s raining, we’re getting killed…and beer is ridiculously expensive. Let’s go home. And so we did. But there’s still the matter of that nagging voice in the back of my head telling me that I had forgotten something.
It wasn’t apparent just what it was until Sunday morning when I had 5 different messages asking me why I wasn’t “there” last night and what happened. Yeah, I missed a pretty rocking luau and I’m none too pleased by it. I could’ve seen 3 friends I haven’t seen in maybe 30 years. What a Hobson’s choice really. You just never know.