Saturday, September 24, 2011


            Leon leaned forward in the Adirondack chair my Aunt Josephine purchased at a yard sale in Boston and kept with her throughout four moves and 32 years of marriage, before she decided it would make a great wedding gift for me and my wife. The chair didn’t look all that bad after I scrapped three layers of lead paint off of it and spray painted it yellow. Something about a mauve colored lawn chair on our Redwood deck didn’t sit well with my wife. Come to think of it, she wasn’t all that affectionate over the color I picked either.
            I handed Leon another beer. “Zelda has a birthday coming up soon. We better start looking for a gift.”
“I can’t believe another year has already gone by.” He shook his head and twisted the top off the Sam Adams Light, our version of diet beer.
I knew exactly how he felt. Shopping for a birthday gift for Zelda was something Leon and I dreaded more than root canals. And it was getting worse every year. What do you get a women who is about to turn ninety-nine? The box of Depends he gave her last year didn’t go over well. Zelda predicted he would die a slow agonizing death.
The six pack of beer I gave her was accepted with a smile and the prediction I’d live long enough to realize my wife had way under married.
That’s what happens when you buy a psychic the wrong gift. Zelda lives by herself in an old trailer with a human palm painted on the side of it. In the middle of the palm are printed the words: Psychic Readings $1.00. Of course, it’s false advertising. She hasn’t done a reading for a dollar in over forty years. Living next door to a psychic has a lot of disadvantages when you’re a romance writer, especially when said psychic has the uncanny ability to predict rejections before they arrive. So far, she’s batting a thousand.
“You got any ideas?” Leon asked, leaning back in the chair and placing his feet up on the railing.
“How about a moon rock?”
He glanced up at the moon I had been staring at for two minutes. “What the heck is she going to do with a moon rock, throw it at us?”
Leon had a point. Zelda might be old, but she still had plenty of spirit left in her.
“Okay, scratch that idea. Your turn,” I said, placing the burden on him.
“Well, since this might be her last birthday, I think we need to do something really nice for her.”
“That’s what you said last year, and we ended up giving her diapers and a six pack of beer.”
“Well, that’s what I’d want if I were that old.”
Have you ever been talking about someone and they walk up on you?
“Who you calling old?” Zelda said, climbing the back stairs with her cane tapping on each step.
Leon and I jerked our heads around.
“We’re in deep yogurt,” I whispered, but not low enough.
 She made it to the top step and stood up as straight as she could. “No thank you. I didn’t come over here for yogurt this late at night.”
Leon and I jumped up and pulled another chair up for her. We ran to her sides and offered our arms for support. It was hard to tell exactly where her hands were with all that purple and pink silk draped around her head and arms. Her whole wardrobe remained me of a psychic.
“It might take me a while, but I can still walk by myself.”
Leon and I both agreed that Zelda had become rather feisty, after she had a pacemaker put in last spring. To get her to agree to have surgery, the doctor told her that her heart was worn out, and she needed a pacemaker, if she wanted to continue living. When she woke up and found out the doctor had put it next to her left shoulder, instead replacing her heart with it, she accused him of being a jar-headed idiot and predicted he would die a slow death.
And to think some people are stupid enough to pay Zelda to predict their future. I’m certainly not dumb enough to pay for a reading, especially when she offers to give them to me for free whenever my wife asks her to. One might think they were in cahoots.
Zelda shuffled along one step at a time, with Leon and I staying by her side, until she reached the green aluminum fabric covered deck chair my wife purchased for me on the first anniversary of our wedding.
After she eased into the chair, Leon and I retook our seats.
“Zelda, would you like to have a beer?” Leon asked, apparently hoping he could get her drunk, and get something out of her, by way of ideas for a birthday gift.
“Bonehead, when’s the last time you’ve seen me drink any liquor?”
“I rest my case.”
Leon leaned back in his chair and sulked for six whole seconds, before he swallowed enough beer to calm him down.
He and I had been in deep yogurt with Zelda before, but her overhearing us refer to her as old apparently was too much for her to take lying down or shuffling along in turtle gear.
Sometimes the best defense is a cowardly offense. “You look nice tonight.”
“Thank you. How kind of you to say that. You've obviously had your limit tonight?”
“This is only my second beer,” I said, holding it up to show her and set the record straight.
“I rest my case.”
“It sure is a pleasant night, all cool and everything.” Leon tried to rescue the conversation.
“It’s especially pleasant now that I know you two boys want to do something really nice for me on my birthday.”
Apparently, she had overheard our conversation, or her ability to predict the future had skyrocketed to new levels of accuracy.
“We haven’t come to a firm decision on your gift, but it’s going to be something you’re really going to like.” Leon must have thought he was on a roll, and tried to bluff our way out.
“I want you two gentlemen to take me to see a play.”
Talk about simple and easy to do. The local Playhouse Theatre never had a sellout crowd and tickets were cheap. We could probably get three for fifteen dollars. I decided to get in on our roll.
“Zelda, it would be our pleasure.” I glanced at Leon. He nodded. “To escort you to a play.”
She pushed one of six scarves away from her face. “I’ve kind of had my heart set on seeing Mama Mia.” There was short pause then she added, “Before I die.”
I glanced at Leon to see if he knew anything about that one. He shrugged. Neither of us kept up with the fall schedule. Since few people attended any of the plays at the Playhouse Theatre, the management didn’t see any need to spend any money on advertizing.
Leon jumped in. “Sounds like a good one to me.”
“I’m sure you boys will love it.”
In for penny, in for a pound. “I’m sure we will,” I said sealing the deal.
She reached into her web of silk clothing and pulled out a piece of paper.
“Here’s their numbers for tickets.” She handed it to me.
“I’ll call first thing in the morning and make arrangements for the four of us.” I stuck the paper in my pocket. “You don’t mind if Linda goes with us?” I decided to take the opportunity to build up a few points with my wife. I never know when I might need them.
“Of course not. It was her idea in the first place.” She turned her attention to Leon. “Leon, dear. I was hoping you’d be my date.”
You could have knocked Leon down with a soft, white, fluffy feather. Neither of us could remember a time when Zelda had spoken so kindly to him.
“I would feel honored to be your escort to see Mama Mia.”
“Okay, then. I need to get my rest. You two have a most wonderful night out here on this lovely deck. Isn’t that moon beautiful?”
Ten minutes went by without a word. That’s how long it took for Zelda to climb down the stairs and walk back to her trailer.
“Is she out of hearing range,” Leon asked, leaning over the railing.
I hustled back up the stairs. “All tucked in for the night.”
“If that don’t take the pressure off, I don’t know what does. Give me another beer, before someone pinches me and wakes me up.”
I fished two ice cold Sam Adams Lights out of the cooler.
“Give me those numbers,” Leon said. “I’ll cover the costs of all four tickets myself.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that, Leon. My gosh, Linda and I can handle our end of it.” All four tickets couldn’t add up to more than twenty dollars, but I acted like he was offering to buy the Taj Mahal.
He held his hand out. “I insist.”
There was no need to drag it out any longer, so I pulled the folded piece of paper out of my pants pocket and handed it to him.
He grabbed it, feeding up my hand to unscrew the cap on my fresh brew.
“You know,” he said, after reading the information written on the paper. “I think I’ll take you up on that offer to let you and Linda buy your own tickets.”
“Sure, Leon. No problem.”
“Well, actually there are several problems.” He handed the paper back to me.
I studied it for a moment. The numbers were for airline reservations, a four star hotel, and a theatre in London.


  1. Ha! Love the ending, Jack. I can just picture you and Leon drinking beers on that deck under the moonlight. Wonderful sense of place. :)

  2. Jack should never underestimate the clever Zelda. What a hilarious ending - really enjoyed this one.

  3. Nice twist at the end. Had to admit, the whole mauve chair pulled me in--my mother had an entire room dedicated to that color--carpet, walls, bedspread. Looked like someone murdered Barney in that room.

  4. Thank you so much for reading my blog, Jan. I appreciate your kind comments.

  5. Hi Mickip. It is wonderful hearing from you. Thank you for reading my blog. You're right about Zelda. She is one smart lady, and as you can see, Leon and I are no match for intelligent women. But we'll keep trying to pretend like we are.

  6. Julie, you are so sweet. Your support means a lot to me. Thanks for reading my blog. I'm so glad to hear the mauve chair pulled you in and that you liked the ending.

    Leon and I will have to go back up on Big Rock Mountain and dig up more of his loot in order to pay for the trip.

  7. This made me laugh out loud. Well, mostly the part about the Depends. I can't believe he did that!

  8. Thank you for your comment, Rain. Anyone who takes the time to read my long posts deserves a medal. So here you go. I award you the Jack LaBloom Medal of True Friendship. I really appreciate your support. As soon as Leon and I save up enough money to have it made, I'll send it to you.

  9. I still haven't gotten my medal......
    Just kidding. =) I don't need a medal. Being your friend is enough!

  10. Rain, you are so kind. I treasure your friendship.