Maggie! I’m Home!

Maggie was barking fervently as I walked across the yard from the car tonight. “Where have you been?” she seemed to urgently say as I stepped through the front door. I plopped down on the couch with a loud sigh as Maggie thoroughly sniffed me finding out where I have been. It’s a smell she is becoming accustomed to.

“I’ve got a lady friend, Maggie,” I told her as I turned on the television and took the shoes off my tired dogs.

I gave Maggie a big hug and then I told her I loved her as I scratched her back. That seemed to have settled her down some.

I had driven down to Tracy’s apartment tonight. Tracy was studying for a chemistry exam which was tomorrow evening and I watched The Outlaw King on Netflix at her home which I had been itching to see. It was okay. A little slow in places. I actually didn’t watch the ending as I gave up on it and got up to leave – ready to head home. Poor Tracy. I know I had to have been distracting, but she said she was really glad I was there.

“Drive safe, doll,” she told me. “Call me when you get home.”

We gave each other another tantalizing peck on the lips, a long embrace, and I disappeared into the night like a tomcat on the prowl.

One thing I am noticing about Tracy is that she tends to be a loner despite her bubbly personality. She is just not being overrun with girlfriends. I am not exactly running over with friends myself these days except for my blog friends and (gasp!) Tuleana and Richard.

Outlaw King Synopsis…

A true David vs. Goliath story of how the 14th century Scottish 'Outlaw King' Robert the Bruce used cunning and bravery to defeat the much larger and better equipped occupying English army.

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society | Official Trailer [HD...

Pizza On Slow Time…

I could’ve killed Charlie and my father last night. They didn’t get here with supper until after 9 PM. I think that’s the latest they have ever been.

“We ran into an old friend at Little Caesar’s and had a long chat,” my father told me. “Remember Stacey?”

Stacey worked with my father in the pharmacy for years.

Dad was itching to get home and watch Auburn football highlights on YouTube so they didn’t stay long.

“Y’all give Maggie some lovin’ because she has been sitting in that window for two hours waiting on Y'all,” I told Charlie and my father.

Well, this thrilled my bored little dog’s soul. Maggie even got to “talking” to them. I laughed and we all laughed. I was thrilled to see Maggie so happy.

“I have a film on Netflix I want you to watch,” my father told me before leaving. “It is called The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. We will watch it tomorrow night. You’re gonna love it!”

In 1946 a London-based writer begins exchanging letters with residents on the island of Guernsey, which was German-occupied during WWII. Feeling compelled to visit the island, she starts to get a picture of what it was like during the occupation.

My attention then turned to eating my supper. My two large pizzas were delicious again this week. I savored every bite. I have plenty left to eat throughout the day. I will be grazing pizza like cows graze grass.

An Every Two Week Tale...

It was that time again -- time for my injection. My father has new work hours and only works a half day Monday and a full day Tuesday. He has the rest of the week off and is slowly easing into retirement finally. Fortunately, he had brought the injection home with him Tuesday. I drove by his house and picked it up. I then headed to Kamath Medical.

"You look nice!" my nurse said echoing my father's words when she invited me back to the examining room. "You are doing well with your New Year's resolution."

I blushed and told her a hearty thank you. It really meant a lot to me. I had taken a shower and dressed in some brown Sebago leather shoes, khaki pants, and a nice teal button-up shirt. My hair was very carefully combed and I was clean shaven -- clean and smooth as a baby's bottom.

I could barely feel the injection today which was very nice. Sometimes it feels as if I am getting stuck by a red-hot poker. I pulled my pants back up and congratulated Rebecca on today's smooth procedure.

"Can we move my injection to Tuesdays?" I then asked Rebecca. "That way it will be on a day my father is at work."

"That would be fine," Rebecca told me. "I'm here all day on Tuesdays."

"Will the lobby be full?" I then asked warily, afraid of getting tangled in a mess of sick patients.

"You will be fine," Rebecca said with a smile knowing me well. "Dr. Kamath doesn't come in until 10:30 on Tuesdays."

The receptionist already had my next appointment set up and I was too shy to tell her to move it to Tuesday. I didn't want to impose on her and make her go to too much trouble. I thanked her, Pat, and Dee Dee and headed out the door. I hurried back to my father's house and told him he was going to have to call and change the appointment. He was just glad I had asked about it and found out that Rebecca was available on Tuesdays as well.

"Come inside for a second and check out my Netflix," dad said. "I can't get it to work."

I immediately found the problem and it was the battery in his remote. One of my mantras, when it concerns computers and electronics, is to always look for the simplest thing first. Dad, amazingly, had a few spare CR2032 coin cell batteries in his Honda for his car's remote entry key fob. We changed the battery and he was back online. The reason I am so familiar with this battery is they are the same batteries used on computer motherboards.