Later that day the nice lady with the plump cheeks
transported buck to his new home. The lady
called it “the manor” but really who was she fooling? The first thing Buck
learned was that people sometimes embellish to the point of outright
lying. While the lady was nice, she
certainly knew how to embellish. The manor was a small 100 year old property
with a leaky basement that thrilled Buck.
“An indoor pond, Oh BOY!” The
place needed a coat of paint and the touch of Martha Stewart but it had a
heating system and a bath tub and
what more would Buck really need ?
Feeling very much ‘at
home’ he was sure that he and the lady would abide happily ever after and then
Buck learned something else. The lady
had a life partner named “ambassador”.
It said so right on the side of his shiny silver car. The ambassador was
a happy- go-lucky kind of guy but he snored loudly and reminded Buck of the
‘moanie groanie’ that children at the
store sometimes activated by tilting it this way and that. The lady seemed immune to the many noises
that the ambassador made throughout the course of the day, both blinded and
deafened by love.
Each day the lady would capitalize the conversation
describing the events that transpired during her day and the ambassador would
nod and say ‘yes dear’ and ‘what a cockup!’ when rage seemed a more appropriate
response. On the day that Buck arrived
the woman chatted endlessly about what retirement meant to her and Buck learned
the following…
1.
Retirement means sleeping in
2.
Retirement means not getting molested on the ttc
3.
Retirement means feet up, coffee in hand, Oprah
(in that order)
4.
Retirement means getting healthy so you can live
long enough to enjoy it
It was this last item that saw the lady remove herself from
the couch and head to the Central Y for a grunt and sweat session that she
hoped would propel her into immortality.
In the statement “If I’m going to
be miserable and thin, you’re all going to be miserable and thin” the order was
clear that the happy group housed within the manor would be moving forward in a
new and healthier direction together.
However it seemed the ambassador didn’t get the hint....
In time, the lady was
happy to learn she’d lost 10 lbs. and Buck was happy to give the other gym
patrons descriptive names to entertain himself during his trips there. “The lumberjack” (one leg up on the stool and
a swift downward sawing motion to get dry) and “the ballerina” (step into panty
hose then leap about like a deranged fairy while pulling them up) were fun to
watch but others like “Origami” (a lot of folds) and “The Clapper” (who evoked odd thoughts like “that’s funny, I heard clapping when she
walked by but she was holding towels in BOTH hands ?” and “How does she do that?”) were much less enjoyable.
Lastly there was
“Surely” a friend of the lady who was probably named so because she was surely
going to be at the gym when the lady got there and she was surely going to be
smiling. After each workout, the lady and Surely enjoyed a coffee and
evaluated the overall progress that the
planet was making with a critical eye.
Buck enjoyed these sessions for there was much learning to be had. According to the ladies, all politicians are liars, Barry Manilow has had too much plastic
surgery and all men are just big babies when they get sick.
Mostly Buck Learned that anything could happen, on any day,
anywhere and while that was a bit scary it was also completely
exhilarating. Buck was slowly becoming convinced that he was going to enjoy
retirement.