There is More to Crazy People than Just Being Crazy...

There is More to Crazy People than Just Being Crazy...

You have a right to live. You have a right to be. You have these rights regardless of money, health, social status, or class. You have these rights, man, woman, or child. These rights can never be taken away from you, they can only be infringed. When someone violates your rights, remember, it is not your fault.

drab and dreary

drab and dreary

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Who's On Third?

"We haven't left home yet!" the umpire said.

"I forgot your Cokes," my father told me dourly tonight from his car. "They were sitting on the kitchen counter all ready to go."

Maggie and I were standing on the other side of the screen door -- both ready for his late arrival.

"That's okay," I disappointingly replied not wanting to put my father out.

"Come on and get in the car," he said. "We are going back to my house to get them. I know they are part of your cherished nightly routine."

Dad had spent the day taking the grandkids to see Franklin Delano Roosevelt's Little White House in Warm Springs Georgia and then he took them swimming. He was flustered and very tired. The weather was pretty deplorable as well.

Dad gave me an ice cold Coke out of the fridge. We were going to take my medications in the car.

"You've just got to come in and see Maggie!" I exclaimed to my father.

Maggie got her greatest wish fulfilled -- to see my father for yet another day.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Armageddon in the Southland...

Hurricane Jane
Maggie gave my father another royal welcome and greeting as my father walked into my house. It was raining at a pretty good clip about a half hour or so ago when he arrived.

"It smells good in here! What are you cooking?" my father asked.

"Just a large Marie's turkey pot pie and some apple turnover pastries," I told him. "Those apple turnovers take forever to cook."

"So?" my father asked as he plopped down on my couch a mere moment ago. "How much rain do you think we will get?"

He began to dole out the crazy meds.

My father was very, very late tonight arriving well past 10 PM and I was kind of miffed by his tardiness. Things could be a lot worse I told myself to soften the blow. What if he didn't come at all?

The TV was tuned to the Weather Channel for my father's sake. You would think from the meteorologists on the scene that the world was about to end. I love it when there is just a breeze blowing and they act like they about to be blown down swaying in the wind.

"I think my neighbor is building an ark in his backyard," I replied to Dad with a good-natured smile and smirk.

"Seriously though," I told my father. "They are saying we will get 3 to 5 inches of rain. Alabama's governor has already declared a state of emergency."

Monday, June 19, 2017

Time for Shits and Giggles...

Jermaine caught my father tonight in produce as soon as we walked into Kroger. I grabbed two big bunches of bananas and headed in the other direction by the vegetarian and vegan rabbit food. I was not in the mood idle chit-chat tonight. Sorry Jermaine. I've actually been giving Jermaine a big hug when I usually see him lately and you can tell he relishes it immensely.

"I am looking for ginseng root," Jermaine told my father from his Hov-a-round. "It is supposed to help you lose weight."

I laughed and laughed when father caught me in the cereal aisle.

"I told him he needed to go to Walmart for ginseng root and that there is no magical cure for being obese."

Back to What's at Hand...

My only real impulse buy was a pack of six cold Sunkist strawberry sodas. I enjoy those drinks very much -- my journal writing sodas as my father calls them. And any extraneous sodas I buy. He is usually right. I am nursing a Sunkist right now as I write this and it tastes totally divine.

One nice thing about tonight was that Kroger gallons of milk were on sale for $1.99. I hurriedly put six gallons in my cart. Yes, I will drink them all.

"You must really like milk," the cashier snidely told me.

"They are on sale," my father said, stepping in to defend me.

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Feed Me Seymour...

I wouldn't have thought in a million years that Charlie and my father were going to perform our Sunday night fried chicken ritual tonight after a busy Father's Day grilling. Charlie immediately got in the kitchen and got busy cleaning.

I then heard a loud clang as Charlie started my clothes dryer. He said my clothes would sour over time kept wet in the washer.

"You didn't leave me much to do," Charlie said loudly from the kitchen.

Sweet words to my ears. Charlie started to wipe clean my counter tops -- his final task. I want all my visits from friends and family members to be hassle free.

My father wanted me to pull up various videos on YouTube with my laptop. They were all dealing with the royal family celebrating the queens 91st birthday which I enjoy as well.

I just looked in my KFC box and I got three chicken strips and an extra large mashed potatoes.

Earlier, Charlie brought me two hamburgers all the way, cole slaw, mac (penne pasta substituted) and cheese, baked beans, two grilled hot-dog wieners, and potato chips.

The Changing of the Guard...

Charlie just has brought our Sunday morning breakfast biscuits. I was overjoyed to find three bacon, egg, and cheese biscuits in the McDonald's sack. What a nice change of pace. Charlie must've been reading my mind. Charlie also brought me a gigantic Coke with no ice as he usually does which I savor.

"Your father and I are grilling hamburgers down at the river house at lunch," Charlie told me. "I'll fix you a plate and bring it over this afternoon. Do you want one burger or two?"

"Two please," I replied with a god please help me smile.

Maggie then started to beg for her biscuit after Charlie left. Maggie knows the routines very well. She ate the bacon, egg, and cheese components of the biscuit and then buried the biscuit in the backyard. She is a very happy dog at the moment.

He's Back in the Saddle...

Move Over Longhorn, Papa's in the Kitchen...

Papa treated himself and I to filet mignons last night. He also prepared blanched asparagus and baked potatoes. He prepared a little lemon juice and mayonnaise emulsion sauce to spoon over the asparagus. It was mighty tasty and delicious. Bonus points in that my delicious filet mignon didn't moo. Dad cooked mine quite a bit longer than his.

I watched as he salted and peppered each side of the two filet mignons. He then coated them in extra virgin olive oil giving them a good rub and massage.  He seared them quickly in a cast iron pan for a few minutes and then finished them in the oven. You could cut those steaks with a butter knife. I would make all the purists scream in horror in that I ate my steak with A-1 sauce.


You should have seen Maggie last night -- the poor deprived soul. It was the first time she'd seen my father since before he left for San Francisco.

"Can it be?" Maggie looked at me bright eyed and bushy tailed as she then turned to look out the window. "Oh man, I can't believe he is here!"

She erupted into a fit of barking like I've ever seen Maggie bark, and boy did she whine and whimper.

"He's here! He's here! Papa is here!"

Wally World Bound...

I just drove down to Walmart at 4 AM looking for some RCA audio patch cords for my home theater. Specifically, my minidisc player. The warm sound of analog music trumps digital to analog converters any day. They had what I needed, but I didn't see a soul, not one, in the place. I could've walked out with a cart full of groceries and they wouldn't have known. Finally, a squat little black lady was exclaiming "I'm sorry! I'm sorry. I hope you didn't have to wait long" and rushed over to her register.

I also got a 8 pack of universal Energizer rechargeable batteries. I am hoping they will work in my cordless computer mice and my digital camera.

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Happy Father's Day Papa!

What's Going On At Your House at 5 AM in the Morning?

You are most likely sleep at the moment I surmise. Earlier, I fell asleep in my Lazy-E-Boy and must have slept 2 hours. I woke up in the dark disoriented,

I will probably mosey on to bed around 10 AM so I will sleep until 6 or 7 PM. Right now I am playing Super Mario RPG (role playing game) which originally came out for the Super Nintendo Entertainment system. I haven't been able to concentrate on my video games for the longest time and some switch in my brain clicked last night and now I am able to play and concentrate again. I have so many games from my early twenties and my teens that I want to play.

The police had someone pulled over at the end of the street a moment ago -- such a bad feeling. The blacks have it the toughest trying to keep themselves in a reliable car and keeping things legal as well. Sometimes, the police come across as harassing these people when they are doing the best they can.

Maggie's snoozing on the bed in the bedroom -- the darkest room in the house. I just turned on the light catching her taking a big stretch of her limbs. She sighed like only a dog can sigh and went back to sleep again. "Sleep tight!" I said and I turned off the lights.

Friday, June 16, 2017

Come in From the Cold...

Well, I just got off the phone with the Grand Papa. I called as soon as I got up hoping to hear his wonderful voice on the other end. He said he had a grand time in San Francisco.

"My cousin Johnny is a wonderful cook and host."

"I'll come and get my medications if it is easier on you," I told my father over the phone.

Charlie and my father were at the river house planning their next course of action.

"I might take you up on that," my father said. "Maggie will want to see me as well."

"I know it is a Catch-22," I replied.

"I'll call you when I get back to the house," my father said.


My father was eating a banana and mayo sandwich when I walked through his back door. Samantha followed me in and headed straight to her "nibbles" as dad calls them. Dad handed me my medications and I gulped them down with a swing of Diet Coke. Dad's cousin had also made oatmeal cookies and they were wonderful.

Thursday, June 15, 2017

He Has Come and Gone...

My poor dearest Maggie! She sat in the den window tonight for two hours holding a constant vigil waiting for Charlie to arrive. Charlie was running late as he was trying to coordinate my medication regimen and Horsefly's bowling regimen.

"I am coming!" Charlie said in a hasty phone call. "I will be there as soon as I can."

Maggie embodies jubilant when she saw Charlie pull up to the curb.

"You're off duty now," I told Charlie after he arrived.

We took my medications and I patted him on the back and profusely thanked him for all he did for me this past week.

"Johnny Otis will be here tomorrow night, but I am still going to miss you."

"His flight is supposed to land at 2:30 AM tonight," Charlie told me. "Your brother is driving up to Atlanta to pick him up."

Charlie didn't leave without bringing treats, though. I got a six pack of ice cold regular "leaded" Cokes for the evening. This just thrilled this dear soul to death. Janice had also cooked some homemade corned beef hash and I got a big Tupperware container of it with it still being quite warm. There was also some still warm cornbread to eat it with wrapped in tinfoil.

Nine 'o' Clock Sharp...

We've got some super humongous storms on the way. Let's see if I can write this before the power goes out. 

This morning, I said I was just going to lie down for a minute and rest my eyes. It was 7 AM. Well, I went sound asleep. I didn't wake up again until Charlie called me at 8:30 AM. Thank bejeebus that he called me.

"Rise and shine sweetheart!" Charlie said laughing.

I told him I would meet him at Kamath Medical at 9 AM.

"If things go as usual," I told Charlie. "This won't take but fifteen minutes."

I hurried to quickly shower and put on some fresh smelling clothes.

Thankfully, it was another smooth and fast visit. It was one of my more painful injections, but I grinned and bared it.

"It is good to see you," I told my nurse, Rebecca, when she called me back to an examining room.

Dee Dee already had my next appointment card ready when I stepped back into the reception area.

"You all spoil me," I said with a smile.

I walked out and gave Charlie my next appointment card so he could give it to my father -- my father's insurance that I actually got the injection.

"Let's go get you some breakfast," Charlie told me.

I hated to tell Charlie this, but I am about tired of McDonald's sausage biscuits. Charlie has brought three of them to me every day of the past week. (I should evoke my Auschwitz mantra)

"Don't worry about it," I told Charlie. "I just want to go home and get in the bed."

"You sure?" Charlie asked me.

"Yeah, I am fine," I told Charlie. "Be safe driving to work."

Well, when that shot hit me around 10 AM, I was out like a light. It is now 6:30 PM and I am just getting up. Of course, my Magster loved it. She loves when we all pile up in the bed and sleep our days away.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Busy House, Busy Minds...

"Now, I am gong to call your at eight in the morning to make sure you are up," Charlie told me while I was taking my numerous and hard to swallow crazy meds.

Tomorrow is my much vaunted shot in the derriere as you, the reader, may already know. I hope and pray things go smoothly.

"I won't go to sleep all night," I told Charlie. "I'll be probably calling you at eight in the morning to see if you are up!"

Charlie let out a burst of hearty laughter.

All the while we were talking, Horsefly was pacing the floor heavily as Maggie bravely followed him on his forays. He also flushed my toilet a few times as well for good measure. Horsefly was also turning the lights on and off in the vacant rooms.

When I was a kid, Horsefly showed affection for and a fixation for public urinals. Charlie said he was damn glad that fixation was long gone. He also got fixated on Vitalis hair oil (hair tonic). Horsefly's hair looked constantly greasy and dripping with the stuff. Charlie said he was exasperated about what to do with that fixation.

Charlie brought me two Chic-Fil-A sandwiches for supper tonight and they were delicious. I tried the Charlie recommended Polynesian sauce on mine and they were really good if but a little sweet. Charlie also made sure Maggie wasn't left out.

Comment Replies...

Blogger glittermom said...
What would happened if you missed an injection? Good thing you remembered. Shame on your dad.

Andrew Replies...

Usually, I have severe withdrawal symptoms in a day or two, misjudgment, a skewed view and idealization about things, and paranoia. I also usually have severe insomnia as  well. I am just not a pleasant person to be around.

Prickly Bums...

"My injection of Risperdal is tomorrow," I meekly told Charlie as he stopped by with breakfast before work this morning.

It just dawned on me as I was laying in bed listening to Maggie loudly grooming herself. There was a lot of sniffling and snorting going on at the foot of my bed.

I know Charlie didn't need one more hassle when it concerns me. Keeping up with me is a full-time job it seems.

"Your daddy didn't say anything about an injection," Charlie told me almost in disbelief.

"Believe me when I say it is due. I can feel it in my bones. Dad's about as bad as me about forgetting it. He had San Francisco on his mind."

"Here is what we will do," Charlie told me after getting over the initial shock."I'll run by and get your injection and I will meet you at Kamath Medical at 9 AM."

"Sounds like a good plan to me," I told Charlie. "Sorry about the sudden surprise."

Charlie immediately got on his cellphone and called Angie at the pharmacy so the injection would be ready to go in the morning.

"It won't take but 15 to 20 minutes," I very assuredly told Charlie.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Comment Replies...

Blogger glittermom said...
I know you'll do the right thing. Also, your father doesn't need to know everything.

Andrew Replies...

Glittermom, you have been such a good friend and I wanted to thank you for always supporting me through the good and the bad. I really appreciate the comments as well.

You too, Rita, thanks for taking time out of your life and spending it with me. I value your opinion very much. Thanks for commenting as well.

Trust: It's a Beautiful Thing...

Trust Begats Trust!

Charlie showed up mere moments ago with a jumbo fish platter from Captain D's. He thought I would like something different for a change.

"Do you mind eating Captain D's tonight?" Charlie asked me over his cellphone.

"Sounds great to me," I replied to Charlie. "You know I love the jumbo fish platter."

Four big filets of  fried Alaskan Pollock...

Maggie let me know when Charlie arrived. I walked out to his car to help him bring everything inside.

"Your father doesn't want you taking your meds too early so I will put them on top of your entertainment center," Charlie said. "That way you can take them at nine or whenever you need them.

My father would be absolutely aghast at what Charlie did today. He trusted me with my medications and it made me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. I felt as if I had finally and truly arrived on the scene.

I counted the pills a moment ago and I take 11 different forms of medications every night -- quite a cocktail of crazy meds..

The Dog is Safe. We Can All Go Home Now...

I was abruptly and rudely awoken this afternoon by the sound of commercial grade lawn mowers circling my house. "Oh shit!" I said to myself as I scrambled to get the dog door locked. Maggie wanted to know what all the hoopla was about. Lopez does an awesome job manicuring my yard,, but they always forget about Maggie and will leave the gates open absentmindedly. The last thing I wanted to be doing was chasing Maggie around the neighborhood with a fistful of shaved turkey breast -- the only thing that would get her back in the fence. .

The Sausage Biscuit Express...

Charlie brought sausage biscuits once again this morning. The man never stops. It is go, go, go without relent! Did you know Charlie is 71 years old? He doesn't act his age at all, does he?

"Come in for a second and give Maggie some loving," I hopefully told Charlie.

Maggie was about beside herself to see Charlie. She ate up the attention.

"I am headed to work," Charlie said. "I will be back at 9 tonight to give you your medications. What do you want to eat tonight?"

"A sack full of Krystal's burgers would be nice," I told him realizing it was fruitless to argue with him.

I was going to tell him to take a break from getting me all that food. I've got plenty of food right now since last night was grocery night.

Monday, June 12, 2017

And the Day Culminates with the Word Good...

As usual, Charlie was a bad influence on me with regards to grocery shopping. The total came to over a whopping and outrageous $90 dollars. I usually average around $60. I will pay the piper later. I have a few more days until my father's return and then I will escape into silence and hiding.

"Into exile, we shall go, yes?"

"Whoops!" Charlie said with a goodhearted laugh and an astonished look on his face. "John will just have to get over it."

Earlier in our Shopping Trip...

"Your daddy wanted me to make sure you got some frozen meals," Charlie said as he began filling my cart with enough meals to feed an army. Not just Marie Callendars, but all kinds of different meals. Variety is the spice of life as they say.

I didn't have room in my freezer for them all once got home. I had to put some in the fridge and will eat them first when they defrost overnight. I will just shorten the cooking times.

My current fixation is canned roast beef and A-1 sauce sopped up with some loaf bread. I've thought about it and ruminated upon it all day. I got the Kroger brand ($3.19 a can) on a gamble (I am a riverboat gambler) and I am praying it's at least par. My first hope was for the Hormel roast beef, but it was sold out. My lemon meringue pie was sold out as well so I got the chocolate cream pie.

I Had a Shadow and it Certainly Wasn't Cast By Me...

I was on one of my many after midnight journeys to Walmart tonight. I still had 2 more hours until I go to bed and I wasn't sleepy at all. The police were really out tonight in force. I don't live far from Walmart and I counted six different police cruisers on my way to Wally World. We've gotta fill up those drunk tanks!

I also noticed tonight that they had a security guard at Walmart in full regalia -- uniform, badge, and all. That was new.  He smiled and said "welcome to Walmart" as I passed him, but I also had a swift shadow. Someone was following me. I believe it was loss prevention in plain clothes garb as I have read about on the web. I was dressed very nicely and didn't look like a shoplifter. I guess those guys just get bored shitless -- especially at 2 AM in the morning.

I grabbed the computer keyboard I wanted from electronics and headed to go pay for it up front. My shadow disappeared as soon as I got in the express line to check out. I figured dad wouldn't be back for a week and I had some "free" time from the abrasive grasp of my penny-pinching Papa to get a much-needed keyboard for my kitchen computer. This was the same Microsoft keyboard that I got Matt at the Pharmacy to order for me from the always frugal appealing and cost cutting NewEgg. It was $10 cheaper at Walmart at $29.98 and I was certainly impressed. I guess that shipping wasn't free after all.

Move Over! The Chuck-wagon is Coming Through...

Charlie has to get Horsefly a sausage biscuit everyday before work. Charlie told me yesterday that he was bringing me three as well every morning. Two for me and one for the Magster.

"You don't have to do that Charlie," I said flabbergasted and kind of aggravated with him. "You always try to do too much and run yourself ragged in the process."

I finally had to acquiesce and give in to Charlie's wily ways.

Sunday, June 11, 2017

The Cavalry is Getting Regular...

I was just about to call Charlie and tell him I needed my medications early today when the phone rang. It was Charlie. It was like he had read my mind.

"I woke up on the wrong side of the bed," I told him.

"Everybody bowls a gutter ball sometimes," Charlie said echoing Horsefly's very astute saying.

"Do you want your usual KFC Sunday night meal?" Charlie asked. "Now, I will go get you anything you want and you know that."

"The three chicken strips meal will be fine," I told Charlie knowing it would make it much easier on him.

Charlie pulled up in front of my house almost exactly 30 minutes later. I hurried out to help him get everything inside. His hands were completely full. It was so good to see him.