Lost a truly
beautiful friend this past week. George Bellino. George and I started at Tippi
about the same time. He LOVED to come in the kitchen and harass everyone. In 79
I wore ONLY tight jeans and Rock Tshirts. Back then I had the figure… Once he
discovered there was a baker in the kitchen, EVERY DAY he would come in for a
cinnamon roll, or pecan roll whichever I was making that day. He would have me
slice it in half and grill it. Every day. EVERY DAY. BUT… every holiday I would
get a little something from him. Valentine’s Day it was roses from him and Mary
Ann ( his wife, I also sent rolls home with him J ). Every Easter,
she baked me kolachi and cheese pockets, had a basket and Gorants candy. Every
Christmas, they remembered me in a BIG way.
He would also say “FRICHTEL, When
you grow UP, IF YOU GROW UP, and get invited to the White House, how are you
going to cover that God damned ta2 and WHAT are you going to wear…not THOSE
jeans, or shirt! Once our night time dishwasher quit, so I filled in until they
could replace him. George knew that, he
was the golf pro, so being at the club from open to close was like a social
affair to him. Every morning he came in and said “You look like shit. Did you
shower after washing dishes last night”!!
A couple of months
ago we went to 5guys for a burger. I walk in the door and hear “Frichtel,
goddammit, do you ever do anything but EAT… DID YOU BRING Mair and I anything”!!
There were 4 people there that I knew
and they were busting out laughing. George you old coot, I will never ever
forget you. I love you old man!!
Today was a freakin
fiasco. Had a dog groomers appt at 830. So I go into Boartman and totally
forget where I am going. I pull into the vets, get the dogs out, walk in and
the girl says, I didn’t see that you had an appointment. SHIT. I don’t. I pile
the pooches in the car and head a mile
down So Blvd and pull into the groomers. Well, Kim isn’t there! So at 840 I texted her and said “did I miss something? Is this the wrong day”… omg
she says. I TOTALLY FORGOT! I am at Tarjay, I’ll be right there. Glad I’m not
the only one.
Pick Paul up to take
him to get his stitches out, run in the house, take the dogs in, get him down
the steps and into the car … run back up to the kitchen to give Grace her pill
and BAM, I hit the top of the step and kiss the door. Second time this week!
Paul unwedged the top something on the kitchen floor with his walker and while
waiting for Empire to come and repair it, I without missing a beat, hit that piece of wood, it jams in my jeans
and the dogs look at me while I am laying on the landing. Ugh…
Stitch removal
successful. 28 in each leg. On the way home I have to make stops…which he
LOVES, sitting in my smooshy car. We are on our street and he says ‘lets get Arthur
Treachers for dinner.’ WHAT ? NOOOOOOOO I
am not driving to hell hole Austintown for fish. So… I drive and get fish. Puke.
I told him tonight
that he is going to start eating like I do. Clean and SMALL portions. He agreed
because he is too tired after dinner. He ate the entire order of AT, minus the chicken,
which I fed the dogs and the hushpuppies which I fed the birds. Guess what he
is doing now??? SNORING! Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Well, I am going to
go get a spot on the couch and slide the clicker out of his hand and watch some
Blue Bloods.
Have an amazing
night.
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