Lunch in All of its Glory...

A ham, cheese, and mushroom omelet with hash browns with extra onions.  Guess who was there? Yep, George. We spoke for a moment and then I let him get back to his pork chop lunch. I had to get out and buy Maggie more dog food so I decided to treat myself. Also, backing my car out of the fence was much less a hassle than I thought it would be. "This is going to work," I said to myself as I pulled out into the road and put the transmission in drive. 

A Good Deed Done...

I noticed my nosy and goodhearted neighbor, George, was looking out his window to see what I was doing. I was pulling out of my driveway at 2 AM. It made me chuckle a bit. I wondered what stage of inebriation he was in at the moment? I could see the television on.

"Do you work here?" a very short, gray-haired, and elderly lady asked me after I had arrived at my destination.

It so reminded me of my mother, Martha, it was uncanny. She wouldn't hesitate to ask any old person if they worked there.

"No ma'am, but I bet I can help you," I told her. "It is a long walk from here, though."

I showed her the pharmaceutical section which housed what she needed which was allergy relief. She thanked me profusely. I was surprised to see someone her age up so late.

I was just looking tonight. I got lonesome at home despite having the Masgter for company and headed to Walmart. I only saw one employee tonight and he was standing in customer service. I guess he was manning a register as well.

My last stop was out by the interstate. I took a page from George's book when I pulled into the Waffle House to inhale a ham and cheese omelet. Dad will just have to deal and get over the charge on my debit card. The Waffle House was not lacking aswell for business this early in the morning and it took ny waitress quite awhile to bring me my platter.

Catharsis...

Did I just write catharsis in a post about Walmart? I sure did. 6:00 AM is the best time to go. I bought some non-drowsy allergy pills and some shampoo.

Oddly enough, they had the lefthand entrance open this morning instead of the right. The security guy and his truck were holding a vigil at the front door so nobody could get away with any 5 finger discounts.

A Valley Policewoman then pulled up to talk to the security guard as I was about to walk inside. I wonder if they were on the prowl for any miscreants? They sure were carrying on an animated conversation. It was enough to thwart any theft I am certain for sure.

Walmart was eerily bereft of customers and staff this morning. I felt as if I was the last man standing on earth. There was one frumpy but very cute looking lady taking stock by the shampoo I wanted It was some of that apple scented shampoo I so love.

"Sorry to get in your way," she kindly told me.

George was leaving for the Waffle House as I pulled into my driveway. He was waving as he barely almost hit the telephone pole at the top of his driveway. I winced as I headed inside as I clamored to get out of the cold.

Stay and You Will Awaken the Sleeping Monster...

"Don't forget! Your shot is this morning," my father happily and snappily chirped to me over the phone.

It was too much happiness for this early in the morning from the cheerleaders. Dad said he was fixing to take a shower and head to the pharmacy.

"How could I forget?" I replied with a  smirk from the bandstands with an air of uncredulousness.

I've been on some of the lowest of lows these past few days that I've ever experienced and I think and hope things are looking up. I am getting out of the bed and back into my usual routines. My father says it just about time for another injection to kick in.

"You'll feel better when you get your get your Risperdal Consta injection this morning and some hot breakfast food in your belly," my father told me.

"Will a ham and cheese omelet make you feel better?" dad then asked.

"It most certainly will!" I replied smiling as if a carrot was dangling in front of this donkey.

What's a Little Rain Between Friends?

It is 6:45 AM. I don't know why my body decided to wake me up this hour. I guess going to bed at 9 PM will do that to you. I feel like I could have slept for several more hours and might just go back to bed with the Magster.

Maggie was thrilled to death when I crawled into the bed so early. She jumped up on the bed and immediately began her nightly grooming. Soon, she was asleep snuggled up by my side as it was cold in my house last night. I have the thermostat set on 76 ° degrees this morning and it feels rather balmy.

I just noticed George driving by my house in the pitch black dark headed for the Waffle House. Does he keep up with the weather? It is 42 degrees outside and it is about to start raining. It should rain for several hours -- purely deplorable weather.

Next up? Charlie, the biscuit man. I don't expect Charlie until around 10 AM. I am going to make more of my sausage toasters and discard the McDonald's biscuits. A man has got to do what a man has to do. My main interest is the large Coca-Cola Charlie always brings me on Sunday mornings.

Freestyle Waffle House Burger Time...

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It was 9 AM this morning and I ordered the two cheeseburgers platter from the Waffle House.

"You're not getting your usual ham and cheese omelet?" my mother asked kind of perplexed. "I've never seen you order burgers so early.

"I want something more substantial for breakfast this morning."

"George, my neighbor, always gets the pork chop dinner at Waffle House very early in the morning," I then told my mother excusing myself and my odd food fixation for so early today.

Andrew's Everest...

I always make mountains out of molehills and this morning hit home that unpleasant fact.  I always expect the worse and a long wait in a lobby when it comes to health clinics and hospitals alike. Getting mom's blood work went smoothly without a fuss much to my surprise. We went to Kamath Medical and my nurse, Rebecca, took good care of us and extremely expedited the process.

"We'll fax the results to your doctor," The so kind Pat said as we stood in reception.

Fleas? Don't You Think of Getting On My Maggie...

On the way home, mom and I swung by my house to give Maggie her flea and heartworm medications. My mother is a godsend for these kinds situations. If Maggie is a good girl and eats her pills, then she gets one can of Vienna sausages which Maggie just relishes. Maggie went absolutely nuts after seeing us pull up in front of the house and walk to my frontdoor.

Let's Raid the Waffle House!

We could be like the Mongol hordes going after bacon...

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"I am fixing to ask your daddy if he will take me to the dentist in the morning," my mother told me.

My father has forbade my mother from driving on busy Hwy. 29 until further notice. The dentist is on Hwy. 29.

"Dad will be tired and I doubt he will want to do that on his day off," I replied to my mother. "I will take you instead."

I can't believe I said that -- getting involved in one of my mother's many, many appointments. I owe my father a big time favor, though.

"I will make it worth your while," mom replied. "We will get ham and cheese omelettes at the Waffle House if I can eat after the procedure."

It sounded like a perfectly good arrangement to me.

"What are you going to do while waiting for me to finish?" mom asked.

"I am going to sit in the car, smoke cigars, and listen to the radio," I told her.

Nosy Neighborhood Neighbors...

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Dad asked me last night what my neighbors had been doing lately. He would be just like the neighbor in the photo to the left.

"The neighbors across the street are selling their house after only living there for a few months," I told my father.

"Selling it so soon?" he asked incredulously. "That certainly is interesting."

"I found it almost unbelievable myself until they put a for sale sign in their front yard."

"I also call them the RV people or recreational vehicle people," I told my father. "Big boys with big toys like four wheelers, jet skis, boats, RVs, campers, and motorcycles."

"What about George?" dad then asked eagerly. "I am going to get that iPad back from him. I am going to tell him it was mine and not yours to give."

"Be my guest," I replied to my father. "I doubt he has used the iPad much anyway."

"What if he is looking at kiddie porn on your wireless connection?" my father asked worrisomely. "You would be the one who is liable."

Now, that is something I had never thought of! I am too trusting and naive some times. Leave it to my father to find the worst case scenario. I am going to change the wireless password on my wireless router in a moment.

"George is George," I then replied to my father. "The month he was gone didn't slow him down any. He stays on the road busily driving around in his van. Where he goes I never know. He was sitting on the porch early this morning in the cold and smoking a cigarette. He goes to the Waffle House every morning between 5 am and 6 am for breakfast. He says he likes the pork chop breakfast deal."

This Injection Can Sneak Up On Me...

The phone started ringing early this morning in the computer room. The phone rang three times which meant I was to call my father back on his cell phone asap. He was driving to work.

"Your shot is this morning," he said timidly -- worried about how I would react to this little surprise.

I then looked at the clock and Kamath Medical would be open in thirty minutes.

"You were sound asleep weren't you?" he asked.

He probably thinks I might pitch a temper tantrum much like Horsefly does when he bowls a gutter bowl.

"I will buy you a good breakfast to sweeten the pot," my father also told me.

I guess one of the best ways to a man's heart is through his empty stomach.

I hurriedly put on some extra strength Irish Spring deodorant and slightly wrinkled clothes right out of the dryer (at least they were clean). I combed my hair like I just didn't care. I then headed to the pharmacy with my Ray Bans blocking a bright, morning sun. I had no idea it was injection time this morning as I slept. That should be my responsibility and not my fathers.  We seem to have a makeshift system, though, and it works for us.

Charlie's wife was sitting in the lobby when I arrived at Kamath Medical. I gave her a hug and asked how she was doing.

"I'm here to get some bloodwork done," Mrs. Janice told me with a smile.

Within moments, Rebecca called me back to an examination room.

"I think I hit some scar tissue," my nurse, Rebecca, alarmed and loudly said. "We are going to try the other cheek."

Rebecca told me to call her if I have any complications. Pat handed me my next appointment card as I walked out of the examination room. I was free to head home (if not for a little detour as well).

Can't a Hungry Man Get a Good Omelette Around Here?

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"Where are you going to eat?" my father asked me as he gave me $20.

I've been talking about it forever and I finally got myself another ham and cheese omelet at the Waffle House. I got my usual side orders of extra bacon and extra buttery toast as well.

When Does Christmas Truly Come Twice?

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I do believe your dog has unearthed a Brontosaurus bone...

For the Magster, it certainly does come twice. When Maggie buries her Christmas beef bone last year and digs it up about a year later.

She is laying on the floor crunching on that bone as I write this. She's kind of making me cringe at the cracking noises. I guess it is good for her teeth and gums.

"Are you hungry?" I asked the Maggins noticing her food bowl in the computer room was bare. She just looked at me and if she were human she would say like George J, "We be cool! We be cool like dat!"

I wonder what George J. is doing these days? I always hoped George J. would get ASE certified and become a car mechanic. He had a certain aptitude for it. He kept his 1981 Dodge Diplomat running for many years after it should've died.

They Really Want to Tighten the Noose Tighter...

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Because my father is going to kill me if I debit any more money out of my debit account for a few days. lol

I was sitting in my lazy boy in my dark den enjoying the solace and silence. The clock reached 5:30 am as my neighbor, who is also named George, got in his car and headed for the nearest Waffle House.

That seemed so very good to me! A ham and cheese omelet with some buttery grits and buttery toast. I am certainly very hungry this morning. It is lean pickings over here at Andrew's abode. I am glad tonight is grocery night. I have already started a list. I have also started a load of laundry so I will have something clean, fresh smelling, and that appeals to my father for when we go shopping tonight. What exactly is the homeless look anyways? That old saying if you can't beat them then join them applies to this predicament.

Not A Box, But a Boxter...

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One of dad's really good friends, JL, was recently diagnosed with advanced stage prostate cancer. He couldn't urinate so he went to doctor and they found what was ailing him -- an enlarged and cancer ridden prostate.. So far all treatments haven't worked very well and the prognosis remains very grim.

I have rarely seen my father cry in my life, but he did when he heard about JL's cancer.

"JL is my buddy," my father said wiping a tear or two from his eyes.

A Journey Spurred On By Friendship...

"I am going down to see JL this morning," dad told me early today about 7am. "You want to come? We'll eat breakfast at the Waffle House out by the interstate."

JL had the biggest TV I have ever seen and it was in utra high definition (4K). There was also a brand new Porsche Boxter convertible sitting in the driveway.

"JL?" you certainly have mighty good tastes when it come to electronics and automobiles."

JL smiled warmly and told me a very heartwarming thank you.

"Take the Boxster for a spin," JL very graciously told me.

The acceleration of that car can best be described as explosive and violent. You hit the gas and you were off to the races. I got to pretend that I was a rich man for the morning.

I've Never Eaten a Waffle at the Waffle House...

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"Are you getting your usual?" dad asked me after we sat down in the Waffle House.

"I am a creature of habit and I am going to order a ham and cheese omelette," I said.

Dad told the waitress that he was having what I was having.

"Ma'am? I also want an additional order of toast and bacon," I told the waitress.

Sometimes, I will be adventurous and order two cheeseburgers for an unorthodox breakfast. I am certain that my father would raise his eyebrows at that.

It didn't take but five minutes and our food was on the table -- just as fast as a fast food restaurant and it tastes incredibly so much better.

We Must Rehabilitate, Refuel, and Regain Focus....

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"You sure you don't mind doing this?" mom asked as I sat down in the drivers seat and gathered my all my wits to drive.

It was a quarter to nine o' clock. I cranked the car and we sped away from the curb headed for a nine o' clock appointment.

"I don't mind at all. We'll go get us a brunch breakfast at the Waffle House when you are finished," I told my mother to further sweeten the pot.

It would give us something to look forward to I had hoped. We would make this an event and not a chore.

"Oh, that sounds so good!" my mother exclaimed. "I am glad you thought of that."

Mom's first rehab session took about an hour to complete. I was glad to see my mother walking out to the car finished for the day. I had been spending my idle time perusing and reading some Model Railroader and Railroad Model Craftsman magazines I had stuffed into my backpack.

"I think they might just be able to help me," my mother told me.

Mom and I both got the ham and cheese omelette platters. I ordered an extra portion of buttery toast and crispy bacon as is my custom for this meal.

I only want one extra thing," I told my mother as we drove back to my house up busy Hwy 29. "I want two Mountain Dew Baja Blast drinks from the Circle K.

We stopped at the Circle K below my house and I actually purchased three drinks which was $4 bucks and some change. When did 20oz sodas get so expensive?