Wednesday was Sacred

My father turns 69 this Monday. He’s been celebrating the entire weekend—parties, barbeques, cocktails at the Lounge. You would think aging would slow him up; weaken his knees a little, soften his flame. He’s just as liquid as a twenty-year old staying out until the wee hours of day. Sure. Kudos to being 69!

I haven’t seen my WomiE worth anything all week. I spent last Sunday with him, we woke up, I dropped him off at work, we smooched goodbye and here it is Sunday morning a week later. No happenings. Wednesday has normally been our night to catch up with each other, after the weekend and before the next. I would spend the night at his place bringing by the subway sandwiches for dinner and we’d, innocently enough, spoon ourselves to sleep. We didn’t get to have Wednesday this week. Wednesday, instead of making it a WomiE night, I opted to go home after work (in Pilsen with Aaron) and prepare myself for Taebo at the Y(MCA), where my roommate works, Thursday morning. Aaron and I didn’t even wake up early enough to make it to class and alas the night with my WomiE was forsaken in vain.

I made it to the gym Friday morning. I went to the Bally’s downtown on Washington. I was in the middle of training my baby-biceps when WomiE makes his morning call.

Morning.

Morning!

Is everything okay?—he says.

What do you mean?—I say.

I mean I didn’t get the chance to see you all week, are we alright?

Yeah. Of course we’re okay, Mister Baby. What makes you think otherwise?

Wednesday was sacred.

So I felt bad. Really bad. Jerome sent me a text message a little over a week ago(mind you this is a separate occasion) and I, again, was in the gym, this time on Howard pushing at some machine to make it seem as if I knew what I was doing, but the message read *Just a Reminder, I Love You* and I almost cried. I’ve notice I gotten too concerned with trying to become a more productive person, a more active being, that I’ve misplaced my responsibilities as a confidant to my WomiE. I didn’t get to touch my Mister Baby all week and the effect is taking its toll.