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.

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

I Don't Even Want to Hear a Pin Drop...

Papa has come and gone. I am in quiet mode tonight. I don't even want to listen to my omnipresent music. The only sounds are that of Maggie licking her paws on the floor beside me and the whisper quiet whir of the fans in my main computer next to me. I have about 45 minutes till my "morning" medications to take effect since I stay up all night. I will take my main dosage of psychiatric whoppers around midnight.

"The exterminator, Charles, is coming by around lunch tomorrow," my father told me. "He's going to put some rat poison under the basement."

Rats are the most clumsy and loudest of rodents. You hear stuff crash in the kitchen all throughout the night when you are in another room namely my computer room.

"Move your car tomorrow," Old Fuss and Feathers then told me tonight as he headed out the door. "I know your neighbors must wonder what you were doing."

I had backed up to my front steps to unload groceries in the deluge last night and forgot my car was out there. I wanted to say, "Yes, Hyacinth!" but I refrained.

Monday, January 22, 2018

As Easy as Sunday Morning...I Hope!

"Dad, it is pouring down rain," I told my father on the phone about eight. "We are going to get soaking wet tonight trying to grocery shop."

"You go on over there at nine and get started. You'll be glad to have it done," Old Fuss and Feathers replied.


It was raining so hard I could barely see to drive on the way to the store. I walked into the Piggly Wiggly to the sound of thunder and got started shopping.

The only thing they didn't have tonight was my Ruth's chicken salad. I got Ruth's pimento cheese spread instead.

I was waiting behind the registers for my father when Mrs. Camille, the manager, got my attention.

"Honey? Come on and we'll check you out and save it in the register until your father gets here," Mrs. Camille said.

In a few moments, we had tallied up all my groceries, loaded my cart again, and I stood to the side with my cart of bagged groceries waiting on my father. I didn't have to wait long.

"I shopped at Kroger every Monday night for years and they never had what I wanted in stock," I told the manager during this idle moment. "Ya'll's store is a lot cleaner and tidier as well."

"There he is," Mrs. Camille said as my father walked through the door. "Sir? You just need to insert your debit card."

"Well, that was too easy," dad said astonished as we hurried to our cars in a pouring rain.

I got absolutely soaked loading my groceries into the back of my Honda. I hurried as fast as I could and almost dropped a gallon of milk. Dad sat in his car next to me until he was sure I was cranked and ready to drive home. Right now, I am waiting for my hair and my pullover to dry. He was right, though. I am glad to have it done. I didn't have a lick of food in this house.

A Song For You!

Snow One Minute and Thunderstorms the Next...

This should be showing up this afternoon just in time for supper.

Sunday, January 21, 2018

A Wonderful Bounty Was Had Tonight...

No bland KFC fried chicken tonight folks. My cup floweth over. Charlie grilled steaks this afternoon and my father has just left after delivering a wealth of goodies.

I got steak for Maggie and me. Two slices of Charlie's chocolate pie. Salad and blue cheese dressing. A butter and sour cream infused baked potato. Two big slices of buttered and toasted barbecue bread. Charlie also sent me two leaded regular Cokes to compliment my usual six diet Cokes. Dad then checked my medications and Maggie's food and water.

"Your house looks nice tonight," my father told me which made me beam with pride.

I put some effort into getting the chaos back in order this afternoon. The icing on the cake was that he noticed. I was even washing clothes when my father arrived. I am sticking to my New Year's resolution of dressing nicely every day -- taking some pride in myself as my father calls it.

"Darrell is still setting up my internet this week?" I asked my father with a gleam in my eye after it took an hour to download a video of Starfox 64 game footage this afternoon.

It would have taken seconds on my new internet connection.

"I hope so," dad said. "He said he was going to do it this week."

If my mother was handling this, I would have had this internet service back in November. The week before Thanksgiving when this all started with a trip out to WOW!'s local office. Mom would have driven them absolutely crazy until it got installed.

I am so excited I just about can't stand it. I mentioned Gigabit internet and the debut of the service last week and Old Fuss and Feathers gave me a glaring look and shook his head. We then both broke out in laughter at my impetuousness and the glare and headshake from my father.

Comment Replies...

Blogger Rita said...

I am not sure where you live on this map. How much snow did you get? I often measure snow depth with a ruler poked into the snow to the ground. The most I have ever gotten in one storm is around 20 inches.

Andrew Replies...

Rita, we got around 3 to 4 inches of snow. It has been a very odd winter for us getting so much snow. Of course, it thrills me to death! It has been so cold here this year, but oddly, it is 72 degrees outside today. I have the front door open and a few windows. It smells like spring inside my house.


Blogger skinny minny said...

What happened to your bed? Is it fixable or restorable? I am holding onto an all wood dining table because me Dad bought it for me and I love it but he chairs are slowly biting the dust...after almost 25 years of use and storage in the humidity of the south...hoping to find someone to fix my chairs.

Andrew Replies...


The rails that hold and support the slats are broken. One broke on one side. I thought I got it fixed with a little do it yourself mojo and then the other side broke as well.

A Song For You!

Dining Out?

I was sound asleep yesterday when the phone rang. It jolted me awake and I let loose a moan. Maggie jumped off the bed on full alert. She gets excited when the phone rings. I stumbled to the phone to answer it like a lumbering Frankenstein.

"You were asleep!" my father said regretfully. "I hate I woke you up!"

He knows I am going through a hard time right now getting enough sleep.

"It's alright, dad," I replied. "Don't worry about it."

"I am going out to eat with my neighbors behind me and I thought you would like your Cokes and smokes as you call them. I probably won't get back home until late."

"Yeah, that would be great," I said deliriously.

"I will be over in 15 to 20 minutes."

Dad arrived and I was caught off guard. If I knew he was coming, I would have cleaned the house up some. My kitchen was a mess. Mainly just disorganized with stuff strewn about on the countertops.

"Don't let your kitchen get so bad, son," he told me.

"I would have cleaned up is if knew you were coming in advance," I told him defensively. "It'll take me only 30 minutes to straighten the house up."

Then he looked in my bedroom at my broken full-size bed. Yes, Old Fuss and Feathers frowned.

"I will get Charlie to see about getting you a new bed," he told me.

That bedroom suite of furniture was my fathers when he was a young boy. I slept in that bed countless times visiting my grandmother's farm. It holds a lot of nostalgia for us both.

Central Alabama Snow Totals...

Saturday, January 20, 2018

And the Alarm Clock Blinks 12 AM...

I am so envious of Maggie right now. I picked her up and put her in the bed when I went to bed at 3 AM. Well, I lay there until 5 AM sleepless and finally got back up. Maggie is snoring loudly on the bed oblivious to the world. Oh, I wish I could trade places with her.

It's my fault for letting this insomnia happen. I stay up later and later until my circadian clock finally resets eventually.  Insomnia started last Sunday when Charlie woke me up for my Coke and our breakfast biscuits around nine in the morning. I was sleeping from 4 AM to 4 PM just fine. That set into motion that dire circumstance I put myself into and that circumstance is insomnia.

It Looks Gorgeous Darling...

Charlie came over and got me yesterday afternoon. He is miffed that I am not taking more interest in his new house. I have offered to help him paint but to no avail. I think my father told him not to put too many obligations on my plate. I have nothing but time on my hands if he needs me. He showed me all around and then we had to look at his new kitchen cabinets and appliances. This is all a labor of love for Charlie just like my computers and computer technology are for me.


WOW! started offering 1 Gigabit Internet service in our area this week which rivals Google's fiber Internet. That is 1000 Mbps down and 50 Mbps up (the much slower upload is a limitation of cable Internet). I would just have to pay $20 more a month to get this service instead of the 500 Mbps service I am having installed next week. I am sure debating over it. That would double my speed, but just how fast is fast enough? If you hate waiting for downloads then I say it is worth it.

Friday, January 19, 2018

Noble Beast...

The Computer I Built Out of Spare Parts Last Night...
  • Intel Core i5 4 core processor at 3.6 GHz
  • 256 GB Samsung solid state drive
  • Intel 4600 HD integrated graphics 
  • Asus Z97-Deluxe motherboard
  • 16 GB of Corsair 2400 Mhz DDR3 memory

Just Call Me Slick...

There are still a lot of slick spots on the road. I had to be really careful going over to my father's house this afternoon. Charlie hasn't worked all week -- contentedly painting his new house. He can't make it that far to Dadeville. He tried this morning to go into work and State Troopers turned him around saying a jack-knifed semi was up the road.

"Are you feeling better?" I asked my father as I plopped down in the chair in his den.

"I'm fine today, but I have been swigging Kaopectate occasionally," he replied.

"I've got the bug today," I told Old Fuss and Feathers. "I can't be too far from a bathroom."

"Damn you!" I said with a good-natured laugh. "You gave me this shit!"

Dad gave me some money to go buy some Kaopectate at Fred's. Fred's had yet another new cashier. You can't keep up with them all. It is like a revolving door. I was sure to bring the change and receipt back to him before heading home. I got some Pepto Bismal and sour Skittles candy as well making full use of the money my father gave me.

Despite being addled with a stomach bug and cramps, I was in good spirits and dad and I were laughing and joking about various things.

Thursday, January 18, 2018

Don't Pass it Around...

"Ugh," Old Fuss and Feathers said as he sat down on my couch tonight. "I feel like I am getting a stomach bug."

"Don't give it to me!" I chuckled and grabbed my Cokes from his hands hoping we weren't transferring cooties.

"I really do think I am coming down with a bug," my father said. "I was constipated and now I have diarrhea."

Dad then coughed really vigorously and loudly and I turned my head in defense.

Luckily, I rarely get sick, but I am one pitiful little baby of a soul when I do. Whine, bitch, and moan.

"I got some Kaopectate when I left the store tonight," he said. "I am going to take some when I get home."

Fussy Feathers had to rush and use my bathroom while he was over here.

I've felt out of sorts today myself. I can't seem to get enough sleep. I am cycling again and I am in the insomnia phase of my trials that happen from time to time. I did manage to get 4 hours of sleep this afternoon on the bed in the computer room. It drove Maggie crazy as she cannot jump up on that bed as it is very high. I have to pick her up and put her on the bed and we both barely fit as it is just a twin bed.

Please Don't Run Out of Smokes...

George came over this morning wanting to borrow some cigarettes. He usually rolls his own but felt he couldn't get into West Point to buy tobacco and rolling papers.

"You can make it," I told him assuredly. "The roads are about clear."

"Sorry to bother you," George said.

"You're not bothering me," I replied to George. "That's what neighbors are for -- to help out each other."

I also noticed George felt emboldened by his trip for tobacco and made it to the Waffle House for lunch. I bet he was starving. I have never seen him buy or carry in groceries into his house.

Your Light! There in the Darkness...

I came close to calling Jane last night. I picked up the phone. Dialed about four numbers and then I hung up in fear. What would I say? That I am some washed up 45-year-old man that has to ask permission to buy a Coke and some candy at the convenience store? Would she understand that if we didn't do this I was going to die an early and painful death -- if not on the road drinking and driving then of cirrhosis of the liver? I certainly couldn't quit drinking without help and stable living arrangements.   And then there is my mental illness which I medicated with alcohol for years. We've finally gotten me mostly stable on my current medication regimen. It has taken years of trial and error with different drugs and different psychiatrists.

I need a friend and would just like to have a companion to go out to eat with like it was with Laura a few years ago. We had no romantic inclinations and just enjoyed each other's company. She ran off to live with Wayne and that didn't go so well. We've lost touch over the years mostly due to my phone phobias and never answering the phone. Old Fuss and Feathers has to ring twice for me to call him back. Charlie rings three times.

Oh hell, I am blessed beyond measure life wise. I am going to evoke my Auschwitz Mantra yet once again. It is 13 degrees outside right now and I am toasty warm ensconced in my little home. Maggie is laying at my feet and softly snoring -- content as can be after some fresh tuna for supper. Next week, I am getting my 500 Mbps Internet installed. My father talked to Darrell today. That just thrills me to death and gives me something to look forward to.  Yes, I am blessed. I just want someone to share it with.

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

The Aftermath...

When all was said and done we got about 3 inches of the white stuff. I stayed up all night until the last band of snow moved through. I was definitely in my element. I should have been a meteorologist.

I just have driven to my father's house to get my Cokes and smokes and the roads are still pretty messy.

"Do you think you can make it across town?" my father asked me over the phone.

"I'll be fine," I told him. "It's the other drivers I need to be worried about."

I saw two fender benders on the way. If you don't have 4 wheel drive then you need to stay off these roads.

"Oh good, you made it," my father replied when he opened the back door and welcomed me inside.

Dad said he was going to work in the BMW tomorrow.

"You sure it has 4 wheel drive?" he asked.

"You also have a pretty sophisticated traction control system," I told him.

Charlie got the day off and I hope he stops by today. It would have been an impossible drive to Dadeville for work this morning with these messy roads. I think the Governor closed all nonessential offices.