On the Agenda For Tomorrow's Grocery Shopping...

Due to some reader's helpful urging, I am going to endeavor to get some tomato soup and the fixings to make grilled cheese. That photo has my stomach grumbling it looks so delicious. I am thinking of getting some of that Mrs. Grissom's pimento cheese spread and having grilled pimento cheese sandwiches to accompany the soup.

Hot Southern Comfort...

I sat down at my kitchen table to a big bowl of soup last evening. Firstly, I crumbled three large slices of fresh and warm cornbread into it and I then added several large spicy dollops of Louisiana style hot sauce. That first bite was as good as the last. I felt bloated when I was finished succumbing to gluttony.

"Your soup was wonderful," I told my father in a phone call after I had eaten.

"Did you like it?" my father asked. "You have to thank Charlie's wife for that recipe."

"It made the canned soups I bought this week taste paltry in comparison," I told him.

Dad is still a source of consternation for me with regards to my internet connection speed. He refused to call and drive out to WOW! yesterday despite my pleading.

"Today is my day off," he told me bluntly with a harumpff.

This has been going on since Thursday before last -- the day of my injection. If nothing happens Monday, then I am opening up a new internet 500 account and will just give him my monthly bill. There is always more than one way to skin a cat as the old saying goes.

Musically Minded...

I am busy in these wee hours of the morning tonight trying to get all 140 Gigabytes of my music collection in FLAC format. FLAC stands for "free lossless audio codec". The audio quality is vastly superior to the MP3 format. I realize now what a gargantuan task this is going to be and it may take days to accomplish. To my credit, I've already got 70 Gigabytes of my mp3s replaced.

Could Someone Come and Revive Me As Well?

Papa was exceptionally late tonight for the medication ritual. Maggie had grown tired of looking out of the window and curled up in the recliner since I was in the computer room.

Oh, I had an eye out for my father. I was on my seldom used computer in the corner of the computer room. I had an eagle's eye view of the main road and the street leading to my house to see when he pulled up.

Finally, a set of car lights pulled up to the curb and I hollered to Maggie that Papa was here. She squealed with glee and got so excited. She didn't see him yesterday. That's the only real drawback to me getting my medications in the afternoon is that Maggie doesn't get to see Papa. She now sees him only on the two days he works.

"I had CPR training after the store closed," my father said stepping through the threshold of my home. "Sorry I am so late."

A call would be nice, dontcha think?

Dad also had on his agenda to change the air filter of my heating and cooling unit. Charlie bought it and gave it to him. He put in the new filter in and then couldn't get the air grate to close.

"Well, goddamn," he muttered frustrated and tired as he stood up looking perplexed.

"Let me do it," I told him. "I am good at this kind of stuff."

It took me a second, but I had the grate back on and clasped.

"Well shit, you made that look easy," he told me patting me on the back.

"We are going to have soup and cornbread tomorrow afternoon and you can take your crazy meds as you call them," my father told me as he was leaving.

I wrung my hands in anticipation and told him I loved him and goodnight.

Notes From the Medication Chronicles -- Soup is Served in Heaven...

Let me say first that taking my medications in the afternoon has been superbly beneficial for me. The early afternoons and late evenings are primetime in my life. My father seems to be happy with the arrangement as well.

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The phone rang twice meaning my father was calling and wanted me to call him back. I had just crawled out of the bed at 5 pm and was a little groggy.

"Come over and take your meds," my father said when I called him back.

Dad's house smelled wonderful when I walked through the back door. He was cooking homemade vegetable beef soup -- one of my favorite meals of his. This was fitting for what I called the first day of winter. It was 59° degrees outside.

"I'll bring you some soup tomorrow along with a fresh pan of cornbread and some crackers," he told me. "I am fixing to add the macaroni in a moment."

My father loved the Mrs. Grissom's pimento cheese I bought him. He was eating some with some crackers as I sat next to him in the den.

"It's got a bite to it," he said very pleasingly.

"Yeah, Its got a little jalapeno pepper in it that gives it that bite," I replied. "I am going to buy you the chicken salad next week. It will remind you of your own chicken salad."