I am here at the Mercury because I was stood up. What does that expression mean? “To fail to meet someone for a date, meeting, or appointment, especially without telling them. In this usage, a noun or pronoun can be used between “stand” and “up.” I’m sorry I stood you up, but I had a family emergency last night. Tom is really bad about standing up his dates,”
In all fairness, however, he did text, had a viable excuse and we postponed our getting together. His excuse was that his baking had developed turbulence. I have no idea what that means, but he is a baker.
Now I was really, really, really stood up by the Sultan. It was unbelievably cruel – he obliquely said: “I abandoned you. Forgive me!” Nope, that just encourages him to do it again. But he actually is in incredible trouble – not just with me. His religion has certain mandates – on Judgement Day Allah examines how the recently deceased treated women during his lifetime and makes a determination based on that. I will research this subject more thoroughly and get back to you on this. I would not like to be the Sultan’s father on Judgment Day but more about that later when my research is completed.
But please do not feel sorry for me today. I had pie for breakfast which is pictured below – it was so yummy and I am sitting next to a handsome man who works for LinkedIn. No proposal as yet but I am already betrothed to Emir, who is nowhere to be found. My search for March Man continues but there is the promise of something later in the week – the ‘date’ with the baker was merely postponed, technically I was not stood up at all. For many reasons a much better plan.
The baker and the Sultan have one thing in common – their age. Actually, my betrothed, Emir is also 37. I do laugh. Remember that song, If I Were a Carpenter? I just discovered, that it is a Johnny Cash song.
If I were a carpenter
And you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway
Would you have my baby?
If you were a carpenter
And I were a lady
I’d marry you anyway
I’d have your baby
If a tinker was my trade
Would I still find you
I’d be carrying the pots you made
Following behind you
Save your love through loneliness
Save your love through sorrow
I gave you my onlyness
Give me your tomorrow
If I were a miller
And a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss your colored blouse
And your soft shoes shining?
If you were a miller
And a mill wheel grinding
I’d not miss my colored blouse
And my soft shoes shining
Save your love through loneliness
Save your love through sorrow
I gave you my onlyness
Give me your tomorrow
If I worked my hands on wood
Would you still love me?
I’d answer you yes I would
And would you not be above me?
If I were a carpenter
And you were a lady
I’d marry you anyway
I’d have your baby
Save your love through loneliness
Save your love through sorrow
I gave you my onlyness
Give me your tomorrow
Well I am hardly going to marry the baker and have his baby – I am, after all seventy six years old. But you get the drift. I did get angry at him at some point.
Me: Joo Kim Tiah named a huge building after me in Malaysia. Will you at least name a scone after me?
He: Non responsive. (but who could blame him)
We made up, so I guess no scone. Today, he texted with a viable excuse – turbulence and promised to send me a text when he is not “in baking prep trying to fix my shit.” His texts are so delightfully vulgar that they cannot be placed on this blog. I laugh hilariously when I get them. I suppose he could blackmail me with them, but do not think he will. We have fun with one another and I do need distraction with everything going on with the virus and other matters, as I prepare myself psychologically and physically for my knee replacement surgery on March 31, 2020.
I called Air Emeritus to get a quote on a business class ticket to Dubai. I would have to fly business class as I would have to have a bed, and business class has beds, this I know because I upgraded for six hundred dollars in January of 2020 for one leg of the trip. I was quoted a price of five thousand dollars one way. I just hung up the phone on the man. One would think with my connections I could at LEAST get a discount. Well, in all fairness I did not tell the man answering the phone who I was – I shall try a different approach in a few days, depending what is happening there. Dubai is looking very good because of the control of the virus and the fact it is hot there and the virus does not spread as quickly in the heat. That is science even Trump knows this and apparently he is throwing a good bye party for the virus in April. A joke, see a prior blog. I suppose a rather major problem about going to Dubai is that I have not exactly been kind to the Ruler of Dubai in this blog – we shall see what happens.
I am enjoying one day at a time, not like the people who are hiding out in their homes and stock piling groceries and water.
I am thinking of going home, then to Walgreen’s to see if I can get a flu shot, recommended by science and doctors. I absolutely love his place, this Mercury and look at the pie I had for breakfast!
The guy that stood me up, not the Sultan, but the other guy, has sent me hilarious texts which cause me to fall off the bed laughing (almost) I am back in bed and not gone to get my flu shot yet. Actually feeling rather lazy at this time, not in pain as I spent the weekend in bed – writing, nothing exciting. I do love writing, I was made to write, it seems to me. Write and tell the truth and have a blog that almost EVERYONE reads. I wonder if the Ruler of Dubai reads it, probably he does. He has to know what is going on, after all.
Look at that pie, was it ever good.
