Now that I'm really settled for good or bad, I can not help but reflect on my past long as one happy-go-lucky. How can I forget the many times bizarre, crazy, and benighted I was wrong in the two arms of the love of a man, and how much I miss loving every minute of it? How?
Why, I squirm as if caught in a velvet trap ... well, I could, but my husband is standing behind me and might ask me what I'm sitting.
Yes, it was nothing but high misadventure for me, especially since I lost my husband very brave and honest in the first place, a wonderful Austrian-American Jew, to combined MS and cancer February 23, 1985.
I loved him so much ... even after more than a dozen reports of intense, fascinating, and definitely a roller coaster before, my first commitment is real, it was still the only man I ever really loved (Remigio, stop looking at this over my shoulder !)
However, several eventful years and as many nerve-wracking, tumultuous, and sanity-defying reports later, landed in the seat in front of the school plastic Remigio, according to my future husband, five weeks in a Certified Nurse Aide class in At a nursing home near Northgate in Seattle, next to a merrily perking coffee and beer. Innocent and unaware, I was headed for another roller coaster ride acute.
All my relations, especially as an adult, were crazy. My first husband thought he could represent our marry his sexy young assistant. In his early thirties, Gary died horribly, often in great pain, and I was forced to fall deeply in love with his stubborn courage and what was failing in her body once a trim and athletic youth. It was the first person who really needed, wanted and loved me. His courage is completely lasted until the end. Oh, how I lost his love, his arms kind.
After his death, I had several affairs wild, bitter and tragically short. If I ever write about everything that has happened, it would take three or four excellent novels trash. Whatever, it was fun to be single again, a huge relief from hours of watching over Gary dying and emaciated form.
But Remigio stopped my new single life cold simply kicking the fragile back of my chair in CNA class-HARD! He received all of my undivided attention, distracting me from speaking with a classmate, a middle-aged black. I was accidentally caught in the middle of sniffing her. It seems to me important was coming down with a cold.
Really, I'd think 'twas because he preferred the beautiful, mid-calf length playfully crisp white skirt I wore for the first time in class to the more or less bulkily pantaloned, overweight, female and married other people in our class. Well, Grace, the middle-aged black lady, was just sitting pat. A worker more years standing, was to be "grandfathered" as a CNA, but still had to take the class.
Remigio may have been trying to protect her from me, as I had been to her sniffling for the last three or four sessions ... this was the revenge Karen the Terrible. SNIFF!
Grace was sitting in the front right, I was seated to the left rear, and as I recently had an extremely strange that involves three black men and basketball, I was flashing "taking" on Grace. I was casting his eyes oblique, sniffing loudly and intermittently guilty of considering the recovery of her a cup of hot coffee, as the pot of beer next to me was her. It would have been difficult for her to squeeze between the seats to get herself a hot cup. I started to get his coffee.
Sometimes I add creamer. I also mixed with the red plastic stir sticks. He finally asked me to add a packet of sugar, please.
She liked the coffee, but our relationship as two women commiserate away nursing was abruptly interrupted at the entrance of rapid fire foot sneakered Remigio through the glare of my back almost overwhelming cheap plastic chair. I lovingly saved marks blacks on the back of my white coat care for years.
Turning around, right after the kick-off: "I faced a surprisingly middle-aged look terribly hate-driven, and flatly Hispanic cold. This angry face, however, reminded me a face like hazelnut, a teacher in the Middle East had been drawn from 'way back to Ohio University in 1978. Said chap always mispronounced the 'balance', a word with an accent characteristic that may shatter a glass retort. He explained the rules of physical science there neophyte med students to a higher pitch as he was capable, but it was musical and charming in some way ... kicky and this guy behind me seemed a bit 'like him.
Remigio turned out to be quite involving a Filipino and multi-talented and import of Hawaii, a seventh degree black belt martial arts expert, a fabulous cook all the regional cuisines and a heck of a kisser robust lip-lock in about this order. I've been a longtime artist and writer who needed a job "on the side," so I decided to do a training course certificate and care to live with an old lady I knew who needed help. It 'was a great way free to continue with my career without interference. But now this new guy had occurred in my life. What can you do when you come at it from behind? I tried to assume that there was something nice about him.
Gradually he broke in his enmity towards me, chasing me happily to the bus stop in his beat-up old truck pick-up white and blue. I soon followed up at home, and mom said I could keep it. In fact, "mom" was that old lady, Carrie, a disabled companion dwarf "freckles" (you might spot her) I worked for life and with time. He needed a large home care, and Remigio went right to work helping us to move to a larger apartment, including cooking and cleaning for us. I just had to lift a finger, Remigio was simply everywhere, driving us to church and generally relieving me of my grief and pain to Carrie suddenly died peacefully in his sleep. Well, maybe Catholic nurses gave her a lethal injection. You may have wandered around at night and scream his lungs out. He had a very bad knee problem, and had kept me awake nights often with it. Again, what can you do?
We got married a week and a day after five de Mayo, 1991. We are still madly in love, and close on Christmas Day of 1994 we have been blessed by a Pinay from heaven, our little Princess Angela, nut like his dad and my chipmunk cheekbones sports. Yes, Remigio is crazy to me. We should be ok, provided they do not use the networks.
This incident may be the only time in history that a girl stricken cold each attracted a lonely boy being jealously guarded by a seemingly obvious, blatant, and the alleged coffee-fetching sniffing bigot. Bigots and bigotry in the same way, take note.
I think I would suggest that most single white ladies, and any other part intrigued, try sniffling (or sniffing) at the nearby black people to see which stealthily attract attention. Of course, you may inadvertently attract a person of color, which might work well enough for you, especially if you happen to be an excellent cook - as the husband of a friend of mine (who used this method) has revealed. The hope that he or she has a sense of humor. Or believe in the powers that be.
If so, it helps a lot if you take them a bit 'of coffee. It soothes their tired, their feathers ruffled. It seems that some people are descendants of birds, lizards.
Be sure and add a little 'cream and sugar.
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