Saturday, September 27, 2008
Wordzzle Your Way Through The Day
A bit of news before Finola takes over. I went to the Dr. yesterday - the ankle is not healing properly. Figures – nothing about me has ever been proper. The least aggressive approach is to leave the cast on an additional 2 weeks. The original 3 weeks was on the low end or so the Dr. tells me. I don’t remember him saying that 3 weeks ago. I’m not even going to go through all the yada-yada-yada about what can/might/should happen in 2 weeks. I’ll be there when I get there.
O’Tay! Finola is annoyed; this is about her – not me. Hobble on over to RAVEN’S NEST and check out all the Wordzzles.
This week’s words:
Exacerbate – leotard – path – tomato – Jungle Book – vagabond - parade – limber – storage - Maharajah
Crocodile – special – sleep – droll – turn around
It had been a full week since Pavarotti left saying he’d return the next day. Finola was worried; she couldn’t sleep and didn’t have much of an appetite. She wasn’t sure if she should be doing something. Was Pav lost, missing, should she call someone? Being alone with Ray only exacerbated the situation. He wasn’t at all concerned and that made Finola crazy. “How can you not wonder where he is?” she asked that morning at breakfast. She was watching Ray try to slice a tomato and hoping the knife won. “Pav is known for being a vagrant” Ray answered. “Vagrant?” Finola repeated, “How can he be a vagrant?” Ray looked confused – still, again, always. “Ya know, he travels around a lot, going no where and every where”. “Oh!” Finola laughed, “He’s a vagabond”. Ray had moved on to burning eggs and just nodded.
After breakfast Finola decided to take a walk down the main path toward the lake. She was astounded that Pavarotti had taken the time and trouble to build his own lake. She took a yoga mat with her and dressed in a bright pink leotard. During her exploration of the main house Finola had discovered a room full of exercise equipment and instructional videos. Ray enjoyed the free weights but Finola had become transfixed by yoga. She played the Maharajah’s Mamas tape several times, partly to learn the positions but mostly for the music. The tape featured several beautiful Hindu women dressed as the Pussycat Dolls. Finola didn’t know much about yoga but she was pretty sure this wasn’t the traditional practice. Ray enjoyed the tape also although his personal favorite was the Pilates video – Lusty and Limber. Finola didn’t want to think about what went on in the room late at night but she imagined all the grunting wasn’t from lifting weights. Anything that kept Ray occupied was fine with Finola. Being alone with him this long in such a secluded place wasn’t easy.
Finola was spreading out the mat when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw something moving down the path toward her. It looked like a floating crocodile but that couldn’t be … “Posh my droll darling” called Pavarotti. “I’m home”. Finola half ran, half skipped to meet Pav. He was carrying a huge crocodile shaped balloon and grinning widely. Finola was surprised to realize just how much she had missed him. Pavarotti tied the balloon to her wrist and gave her a huge hug. “Does Ray know you’re back?” she asked squished against Pav’s jacket. “Yes I found him in the screening room. He was watching Jungle Book and acting out the parade scene”. They exchanged a look and Finola rolled her eyes. “He’s special, isn’t he” she said as she gathered up her things. “Let’s go back to the house; I want to hear all about your trip. Why were you gone so long?” Pavarotti smiled “I have a lot to tell you but first we need to unpack all the supplies I brought back with me, most of it will go into the storage room”. Finola struggled a bit to keep up with Pav’s long strides, he sure moved fast for a big guy. “You spent all this time alone?” she asked his back. “No dear, I visited some friends while shopping and then, on the way back I met the loveliest couple. They’re traveling around the area looking for a young friend of theirs. They’ll be here in a day or two. I gave them the directions and told them they could restock and refuel here. You’ll like them, the wife has the sweetest voice I’ve ever heard and she calls her husband Lovee. How adorable is that?”
“Please don’t turn around” Finola’s voice screamed in her head. She didn’t want Pavarotti to see the look of horror on her face.