Ice, Ice Baby
Theme of the day…ice.
I realized this morning that my ice packs were squishy. Then when I tried to get ice from the ice maker, it was mostly water with a few frozen shards mixed in. How could I possibly drink my fresh-brewed iced tea with no ice?!
Joni came to the rescue with ice for my tea — “Friends don’t let friends drink tea with no ice.” Later Kelly stopped by with a bag of ice to put in the garage freezer. I have a thing about cold drinks. I want ice in them. I start the day filling my thermos with ice and water to sip on for the next 15 hours or so. I’m so happy I won’t wake up with ice anxiety tomorrow.
Oh, ice is also what was running through the veins of the AAA employees who insisted today that we pay Chandler’s AAA bill that was apparently past due. When Chip explained the situation and that he had personally taken the death certificate in to AAA in January to cancel coverage, they said, “We are sorry for your loss. We need you to send us the death certificate.” Does he have any clue what it’s like to touch that piece of paper, to look at it, to present it as proof of our nightmare? Chip was nicer than I would have been. I wanted to call them back and say, “This whole thing about our son dying is a load of crap. We just want to try and screw you guys over somehow.” Another AAA agent back in January had said we could just let the service lapse and not pay the bills when they came. That’s a really good option. What a treat to open the mailbox and pull out an envelope each month addressed to Chandler Espinoza. People can be dumbasses.
Lying here this evening with my best friend, the ice pack, I googled how long before I can start exercising again. I told Charli, “Looks like in three weeks I can do the elliptical, the rower, and the recumbent bike!” She replied, “Mom, it’s been four days.”
Totally unrelated to ice — tonight Chrissie brought me homemade broccoli cheese soup in a bread bowl for dinner! I polished off almost the whole thing, bread bowl included. Here’s the thing about that soup. Chrissie knew Chandler from Board & Brew, and they shared a love for soup. This was his favorite. She brought it to him, and he drank it right out of the container….still hot! Burned his throat. This was not unusual for Chandler. When he was little and we had first moved to Dove Canyon, we went out for breakfast. The server said, “Be careful. The hot chocolate is very hot.” You guessed it.
Returning to our “ice” theme…after the hot chocolate incident, Chandler had to suck on ice all morning to cool his scorched tongue.
