Ah, we're riding a bummer over here. Poor Mr. Wonderful Stefano is going through some crappy stuff right now! On Sunday he got a call from his dad and it appears his dad and mom are suddenly and definitely going to have to move out of their luxurious high-rise--perhaps even all the way to New Jersey so they can live w/Stefano's sister and her family. It's not my place to discuss why, but suffice it to say this is all thanks to the plummeting stock market of the past 2 years and his 'rents being well into retirement. My poor baby was freaked out sufficiently all day Sunday and he had to spend much of the day on the phone w/his sis and brother (who lives in Maryland). I felt bad but all I can do is be supportive, positive, and loving.
I had the idea for them to buy a small condo/townhouse to live in and for the financial and emotional security. After all, this is Houston and very decent ones can be bought for 5 figures (which is how much mine cost and mine is nice and spacious and conveniently located). Turns out this morning I spoke to Stefano and that is indeed what his sis/bro/he decided to do for the 'rents! This way the 'rents can stay in Houston which is where all their friends and their whole life is (plus their favorite son, ha!), Stefano and his sib's go into "business" together, and then they'll have a rental property someday when the 'rents no longer live there.
However, now that his 'rents' near future plans are now on the action course, my beloved Mr. Wonderful found out via Facebook early this a.m. that one of his friends, a guy he grew up with, dropped dead suddenly yesterday. Stefano is friends w/so many people he grew up with and I've met many of them but I never met this guy, although we just shared Facebook comments on Stefano's wall last Friday. I am guessing cardiac event, or maybe a stroke--after all, cardiovascular disease is this nation's #1 killer. So my poor baby is further freaked out about that and I know it makes his own mortality that much more real. Since he's 11 yrs. older then me he's already shared with me about how so many of his friends' parents are all passing away.
But of course I am always the voice of looking on the bright side of things and making gators out of Gatorade. I've taken tonight off from Job #2 and me and Stefano are going to the House of Blues for our radio DJ friend's monthly musical show and one of my fave old skool country acts will be playing. Stefano and I will have drinks (and we'll toast to his friend), I'll get some yummy fried appetizer thing, the klassic kountry will be healing, and we'll just enjoy our evening together. Then he'll come spend the night w/me and get all the hugs and kisses he can stand. And I know all things are relative, but I couldn't help but remind Stefano that his 'rents' situation could be worse, a lot worse.
Health note: I still can't run due to me screwing up the ball of my foot last week so I went to the pool after I got home from Job #2 last night. The water is always sooooo warm and decadent and I had the pool all to myself since it was so late, around 8pm. I did a bunch of backstrokes the length of the pool and then, resting on my noodle, swam the perimeter of the pool a few times. It was awesome; it ain't running but it's something. Earlier I'd invited LDB over via Facebook (he made a comment lamenting he had no pool) and then texted him last night to chide him for missing out. He responded saying tonight would work but I told him about the House of Blues show, so he said he'd see me there.
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