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.

Sunday, November 19, 2017

My Cup Runneth Over After a Slightly Longish Delay...

10:30 am rolled around and Charlie had still not arrived with our usual Sunday morning biscuits.  I gathered up some serious moxie and called his cellphone. Charlie can be funny about such things thinking you are hurrying him up.  I hate talking on the phone as well. Charlie's wife, Janice, answered.

"He forgot to take his phone with him," Janice explained. "He's off to a very late start this morning. I am hungry for a biscuit as well. "

I was just glad he was okay. My vivid imagination conjured up car wrecks and severe illnesses.

Soon, I heard Maggie start yelping gleefully as Charlie pulled up to the curb.

"The biscuit man is running late," Charlie said as I met him halfway across my front lawn.

"It is cold as shit out here and you are wearing shorts and a t-shirt," I told Charlie chuckling.

"What do you want for supper?" Charlie then asked me.

"My usual chicken pot pie fill-up and don't forget or eat my cookie!" I exclaimed.

"I am going to start calling you the cookie monster," Charlie said smiling as he was getting into his car.


I just have gotten a call from a WOW! customer service representative. I asked him what was causing the holdup and he said he just got the "work order" this morning. He was going to try his best to fulfill my wishes. I explained to him that I no longer want cable (this always stymies them). I want the 500 Mbps internet with voice over IP instead of a traditional phone.

"Do you want to rent the equipment from us?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"I am going to call you tomorrow and set up a time to exchange your modem," he said. "What will be a good time?"

"As early as possible," I told him. "I will be here all day."

Getting that modem changed is the key to my master plan. Then, I will have much faster internet.

Saturday, November 18, 2017

My Poor Dear Charlie and Dear Horsefly...

On the way to Horsefly's matinee, Charlie pulled up in front of my house this afternoon and it was taking him a long time to come inside. Maggie was having a fit at the chance of seeing Beta dog. I walked out to his car to see what was going on. My first thoughts were that he was just talking on his cellphone as my father often does in these delays.

"Dammit to hell," Charlie said harshly. "Horsefly blew chunks all over the back of my car."

Charlie was trying to clean it up with fast food napkins he had in his car. I ran inside and got a bucket of hot water with just a dash of Fabuloso. I got several wash cloths and a towel as well and I also grabbed a clean t-shirt for Horsefly.

"He wanted a regular Sprite so bad and I let him have one," Charlie said. "I should've known this was going to happen. That's why I only let him drink Sprite Zero. He can't take all that sugar in those regular sodas."

We got it cleaned up with a little elbow grease and spit and polish. Charlie came inside and we took my medications. He had also brought me a Big Mac value meal which I devoured after he left before the fries could get too cold. The extra large Coca-Cola was just icing on the cake. All's well that ends well as the old saying goes.

Before Charlie left, I asked him what he does those hours while Horsefly watches his movie.

"I hit all the antique shops around town looking for bargains," Charlie said. "Angela's Antiques is my favorite shop."

Friday, November 17, 2017

The Chuck-Wagon Rolled into Town or Simply Bacon Beckons...

I started a pot of coffee this morning, but didn't drink a drop. I just like the smell of it mingled with the smell of frying bacon. It reminds me so much of my grandmother and the summers I would spend with her on her farm.

Maggie wasn't about to miss a chance at bacon and she was underfoot the whole time I was cooking. I also made a big pot of bubbly, buttery grits. I think those Spanish folks call it polenta.

I am anxiously awaiting news from my father and WOW! I just looked up my modem's specs on the web and it is DOCSIS 2.0 compliant. That means to obtain the internet speed I want, then they will have to upgrade my modem to the DOCSIS 3.0 standard. WOW! touts that they have award winning customer service. So far it has been lackluster for me. We got the ball rolling Wednesday and dad and I have yet to hear one peep out of them. The next step they will most likely take is making an appointment to swap out my cable modem.

Remember Helen?

Man, I miss these kinds of meals every Friday. Helen called my father recently wanting her job back, but my father says he doesn't need extra help anymore now that my mother has passed away.

"She'd just be under my feet all the time," my father told me.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

That Darned Dog...

Maggie was doing the "I'm hungry" song and dance for me awhile ago. She can be quite insistent. 

"You've got plenty of dog food sweetheart," I told her as she crawled in between my legs as I sat at this computer. "You've got a bowl of venison and turkey in here and in the laundry room."

She really wanted my attention and she certainly didn't want dog food.

"Do you want a chicken pot pie?" I asked as I got up and headed to the kitchen with Maggie close behind me.

That's one of Maggie's favorite people foods and she knows those words well.

I cooked the pot pie for eight minutes and then I let it cool before giving it to the Magster. What does she do when I gave it to her? She drug it through the dog door and buried it. It was definitely a face palm moment for me. Now, she is still doing the "I'm hungry" song and dance, The possums and raccoons are going to have a feast tonight.

I Feel Like a Million and One Bucks this Morning...

Rebecca gave me my injection this morning and the feeling it imparted was almost immediate like an adrenaline rush.

"Woah, I got dizzy there," I told Rebecca as a sat down for a moment to gather myself.

"Are you going to be able to drive?" my nurse cautiously asked.

"I got my first full unbroken night's sleep in weeks last night as well," I told her happily. "This is just the icing on the cake."

I explained to her how my mental illness cycles. It seems the pendulum is swinging my way at the moment. I told her I also loved to feel extraordinary.

Dee Dee hollered War Eagle as I stepped into the reception area all buzzy headed to get my next appointment card. It seems I am always wearing something Auburn related when I arrive to get my injection. I told her War Eagle back to play along.

"Can you believe we beat the number one team in the nation?" Dee Dee asked.

"We didn't beat them," I replied. "We humiliated them."

Feeling more clear and level headed, I drove the short drive to the pharmacy to give my father the next appointment card. As usual, highway 29 was a quagmire of traffic.

"That didn't take but ten minutes," he said astonished.

He studied the next appointment card closely for a few moments to make sure I actually got my injection. I grabbed my two customary sodas and headed hone. I got some cherry Cokes this week and they were delicious.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

A Feeling of Impending Doom...

"Why are you so nervous and fidgety?" dad asked me as we pulled out of my neighborhood for the short jaunt to WOW!.

"Something is going to go wrong," I told him. "Nothing's never easy when concerning these cable TV and internet providers."

"Well, hope for the best," dad told me turning his gaze back to the road.

"What can I help you with gentlemen?" the receptionist asked as we stepped into an empty lobby.

"Yes, I want to change my plan," I explained, "I want to get the 500 Mbps internet, drop my cable, and keep my phone."

The lady got on the computer and started to furiously type away.

"You can only have the 110 Mbps internet on your plan," she told me with a guarded smile.

"Well, let's change plans then," I told her sternly.

The lady said she had to talk to her supervisor and would call us back. Dad gave her his cellphone number.

"I'll work hard to get you what you want," she said and then my father and I left to drive home.

"I told you so," I said to my father as I climbed into his car. "I told you it wouldn't be easy."

Azaleas in November?

Yes, one of my azaleas decided to bloom suddenly and out of season.

Leave Me to Rest...

Imagine my relief last night when I had finally unloaded and squared away all my copious amounts of groceries and cleaning supplies. I thought I was going to have to wave off another grocery acquiring effort. I collapsed into my recliner and opened a delicious bottle of Fanta strawberry soda as a reward for a job well done and almost not accomplished. Maggie was conked out on the couch. She didn't even wake to greet me when I was unlocking the front door.

I am currently and impatiently waiting for my father to call and say it is time to drive out to the WOW! office. The day is growing short and it is beginning to worry me. Has he forgotten me? I wouldn't put it past him. He's probably watching that damnable Auburn football game for the sixth time. I have had such high hopes for the day.

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Pacts With Mephistopheles?

My father just called me from work with encouraging and uplifting news. I desperately needed a good and heaping dosage of positivism.

"Your injection is this Thursday," he said. "That may be why you are struggling so. I've already filled the prescription and you are ready to go."

I'll gladly bare my bum for posterity's sake.

"Well, I am working to get myself together for tonight's grocery shopping foray," I replied to my father. "I've shaved and I've got clean clothes drying in the dryer."

"Good for you!" my father replied excitably.

We missed grocery shopping last night as I couldn't just get it together enough for us to go. That's two Mondays in a row.

"Now, we are going to the WOW! office tomorrow, but I want you to do something in turn for me," my father said. "I want you to get your house super clean by this weekend. Be thinking of the cleaning supplies you need to get at the grocery store tonight."

I said I would and my father encouraged me to make a list of the cleaning supplies I needed.

Lost in Our Little Lives...

I called my father early this morning around 7:30 am. I knew he had to be at work at 9 am so he would be up and getting ready -- most likely in his recliner eating breakfast. I've been up since 4 am. I was so worried I was going to run out of cigarettes today. I became fixated upon it.

"Why are you calling me so much?" he asked me tersely. "You are really off your rocker right now, aren't you?"

I was honest and told him I am having one of the worst spells with my mental illness in a long time. I'm a train wreck walking at the moment.

"I'm not mad at you," my father said. "I am just worried. What do you need?"

"Would you mind putting a pack of cigarettes on the back porch? Is that too much to ask?" I said. "I will drive over and get them once the day and my car has warmed up."

"I will put them out there," my father replied.

"You realize I am completely dependent upon you for everything?" I asked my father. "It is obvious I am going to have to come or call you if I need something."

I Love My Magster...

Our First Heavy Frost...

My grandfather always said we usually get our first "killing frost" around November 11th and he wasn't far off. We are just a few days late. 

Monday, November 13, 2017

You Make My Stormy Skies Beautiful...

I woke up with the funks as I call them -- others would call them the doldrums. I called my father and asked him if we could go out to the WOW! office and change my cable and internet. He will not call for some obstinate reason. It would take 30 minutes and that certainly would lift my spirits. I am chomping at the bit of the prospects of having 500 Mbps internet as I languish with 30 Mbps internet currently. This WOW! business has been going on for three weeks now and dad keeps stalling.

"Babe, I'm watching the Auburn/Georgia game on YouTube and haven't gotten dressed. I promise you we will go Wednesday," my father said.

Well, that sunk me to new lows for the day. Then, I thought of all the good things in my life. I evoked my Auschwitz Mantra as I often have to do. Hell, I even said the serenity prayer as well. Any person imprisoned in that concentration camp would trade places with me in a heartbeat. They would love to tackle my seemingly trifle problems. Life is just not fair sometimes and I have to come to terms with that.

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Communing With Papa...

Maggie was sleeping on the couch when the phone rang. She immediately woke and ran into the computer room. It always tickles me when she does that.

"The call is not for you princess," I told her.

"Hello?" I asked.

"I've made you some barbecue sandwiches and I also made German potato salad. Come and get you a plate," my father told me.

I was out of the door before Maggie could miss me.

"War Eagle!" dad said as he greeted me at his backdoor.

Auburn beat #1 ranked Georgia last night.

"We are going to go ahead and take your medications while you are over here," my father told me.

You didn't hear a complaint out of me. This was turning out to be one fine afternoon despite the overcast conditions and the rain.