Tuesday afternoon, Wednesday morn

"Why put a label on it? What's all this nonsense about boyfriend girlfriend?" I waffle--I have no real reply. Lamely I say I want to be twenty again and have a standard boy girl relationship. "So do I" he answers. He has been been my shrink for more than twenty years and we are more like brothers than doctor patient. He has a very bad back problem and ventures about future visits. He cannot sit. He can use a phone and Email I answer.He is handsome but I don't, after twenty years need the standard format. As I leave I tell him I will pray for him and he thanks me. I will miss seeing him as he will miss seeing me. Two bus rides later, one across the park I meet for dinner with my lady friend. I have quit referring to her as my true love, though she is. It smacks of male chauvinism. She is not my property nor will she ever will be.
She arrives and tells me of a new medical problem, a lump or her back. I am concerned
She has a doctor's appointment and she wants me to take a picture of it and I agree.I tell her what my doctor said. She responds that no I am not her boyfriend.
Don't take that as a putdown or that she doesn't love me she adds. It's just a reality. She can't take me anywhere. I tell her that I accept that. The bistro food in not the best, but we had a lovely conversation. I talk to her which, all my former girlfriends, said I rarely do. I am not a talker, I am a writer.
A new on the job store clerk gave me too much change yesterday. It was ten dollars too much. Twice I started back to rectify, but the rage was still with me. Today I go and pay the manager. She is breaking in another new cashier. I feel good for doing it, although it took me a day. Better late than never.