Sunday, November 04, 2018
The Circle of Time…
Glittermom asked if I was adjusted to the time and I can frankly say, “Hell no!” I am all topsy turvy and upside down. It will get dark at 6ish here tonight.
I took my meds at noon in which the time change made them an hour later and I felt all woozy and nauseous. It was one hell of a head buzz being so late. I had to sit down and be still for an hour till the feeling passed. My body is like a well tuned clock as far as my medications are concerned. I can get away with taking them a little early, but late is a no no.
Charlie arrived at nine this morning with a breakfast of our usual sausage biscuits – the perfect time for me and my Magster. I had been up an hour amazingly mostly due to the time change.
“Is it ten or nine?” Charlie asked. “I am confused.”
I laughed and told Charlie the correct time.
“Oh dear,” Charlie replied. “This is going to send Horsefly into a fit and a stir. He will notice the change in bowling and cinema times.”
Just Throw It All To the Curb…
I guess they’re getting ready to rent out George's house again. George never came back and got his furniture. It is now all piled up at the road. The road vultures have begun to pick through it for the choice pieces. Maggie was not happy and has sat outside and barked for most of the day at these interlopers and perceived threats. After the movers left, I went into George’s yard and got his nice bedside tables for his bed. I will use them with my queen sized bed in the back bedroom. A memento of George of sorts. So I guess I am as bad as the road vultures.
Who Can It Be Now?
I drove over to my father’s house around 2pm which has become a tradition between us. We like to get together on Thursdays and Sundays and spend some time together – about all our busy schedules allow. Yes, I know it sounds amazing, but it is true and yes, he started to scrutinize my attire and I surprised him. I was dressed quite nicely.
“It is good to see you take some pride in yourself,” he told me.
I got Old Fuss and Feathers to look up that Men at Work video Who Can It Be Now? on YouTube and told him this was how my mother and I were about the front door and visitors.
“You’d have to be schizophrenic to really understand,” I told him with a laugh.
He loved it and laughed and laughed.
“I loved the Martian knocking on the door,” dad told me. “That would be very much akin to your grandmother visiting according to your late mother.”
Saturday, November 03, 2018
Well Hallelujah!
Saturdays are special to me for the cooking shows and British comedies that come on Georgia Public Broadcasting all day. I am fixing to take a nap so I can stay up late watching TV and my favorite foreign comedies. .
Friday, November 02, 2018
A Somber Duty…
"Momma sure had a lot of clothes," my sister said emerging from the closet.
"Did you find my gun?" I asked. "Dad hid my gun somewhere in mom's closet."
"You mean this?" my sister replied handing me a very heavy handgun bag.
Dad felt schizophrenia and guns didn't mix and rightly so. He took away my gun for my safety. I handed him the bag as he looked on approvingly.
I helped my sister put bag after bag of my mother’s clothes in her car. Next came the black bags of countless shoes. They and the clothes were to be given to charity.
Dad fed us. He cooked baked chicken breasts, green beans, summer squash, pickled beets, and biscuits. We all ate an early supper and then my sister and I headed to our respective homes. I’ve felt melancholy ever since.
We’re Up and Running…
“It is fixed!” I excitedly said.
“Good for you!” my father replied happily. “You have an ability that I just don’t possess being able to fix computers and electronics.”
“Dad? What did you pay for that TV new?” I then asked very curious hoping not to step on his feet..
“I paid about $400 dollars,” he replied.
Thursday, November 01, 2018
Let’s Talk Trashy TV and Other Things…
“Johnny, you watch the trashiest TV,” my mother once told my father and stormed out of the room to go read a book in her bedroom recliner.
Old Fuss and Feathers was watching Jerry Springer and quite enjoying himself.
“You know this is all scripted and these are actors, right?” I asked my father sitting in the chair next to him.
He told me not to spoil his fun while chairs were being thrown across the stage and the audience whooped.
Dad was watching Dr. Phil this morning which is a tamer version of Jerry Springer in my opinion. There was some crazy, dysfunctional family on making a fool of themselves on national television. These people are paid good money to come on the show and to also put on a good show. There were talks of polygraphs and dirty deeds. The show started to heat up and dad disengaged with me conversation wise as he was drawn into the conflict.
“Jerry Springer,” I told my father to his, “Huh?” “This is The Jerry Springer Show in a coat and tie gussied up to look like psychotherapy.”
Dad laughed and agreed. He loves this kind of TV, though. It agitates me for some reason. I squirmed in my seat ready to go home. You’d think my father had his fill of dysfunction with my schizophrenic mother when I was growing up. I was a grown man when my mother got on medications and started to get better. Within two weeks of taking Zyprexa she was a different person. I had to get to know my mother all over again – a much kinder, gentler woman.
The show ended with a lecture from Dr. Phil and no discernable resolution of problems and we migrated back to the Weather Channel. We had some potentially dangerous weather coming in. A cold front was draping south. This was more my speed. They showed the radar and the line of encroaching heavy rain was just miles away from my fair third world city. That was my cue to drive home. It started to pour rain as soon as I was unlocking my front door. That’s what you call in the nick of time.
Did I Take that Left Turn At Albuquerque?
So my package leaves Nashville Tuesday and takes a detour to Greenville, SC Wednesday. Now, it is “in transit” south to Atlanta. The next stop is Lagrange, GA about 45 minutes from Atlanta. Just up the road from me. Will it get here by tomorrow? I do hope so. I am ready to do some tinkering and repair work. I hope to see it “arrived at destination” aka Atlanta and “in transit” to Lagrange soon in time to head out with the morning trucks for delivery.
Wednesday, October 31, 2018
A Record Was Set Tonight…
“Hey Chuck! You ready to go?” he asked.
“I will meet you up there,” I replied impatiently.
I grabbed my keys off the key holder and headed to the car for the short three mile drive to Kroger.
I then did my shopping and was waiting on my father to walk into the store. I parked my cart at the front of the store and stood and waited.
“You ready to checkout sir? I can get you on six.” a little black lady said.
“I am waiting on somebody,” I replied. “Thank you, though.”
“Oh, okay,” she said. “Let me know when you are ready.”
“You were quick tonight!” Old Fuss and Feathers said surprised when he finally walked in.
I must’ve been waiting ten minutes.
We checked out. I loaded up my car and I was sitting back in front of this computer at 9:19pm. It took all of 30 minutes to drive to Kroger, do my shopping tonight and to unload and put away my groceries. I knew what I wanted. I got in and I got out. It would’ve been twenty minutes if not for the wait on my father to arrive.
Life’s Little Milestones…
I was very apprehensive at first this evening. I didn’t won’t to ruin my day ending in defeat. I had lost two more pounds and I was going to try on my “skinny” blue jeans or just known simply as skinny jeans. I pulled them on expecting to have to fight getting the button clasped and they fit! They are just a little tight, but they fit. I was like, “Woo Hoo!” and immediately called my father to share the joy and good times.
“I am so proud of you son!” Old Fuss and Feathers told me. “You have really worked hard to lose that weight.”
There were days I was so hungry I could eat Maggie and I out of house and home. I’ve ridden that bike religiously every evening as well and think that does the most good. If I can diet, then anybody can diet considering my addictive personality. The trick for me has not been keeping any binge foods in the house like Hostess powdered donuts and whole milk to wash them down with. I can eat a whole bag in one sitting easily and drink two glasses of fattening milk in the process.
Tonight, we grocery shop. I intend to stick with my plan of shaved turkey sandwiches, all natural applesauce (as a sweet treat), peanut butter, whole grain crackers, and the likes. All foods I won’t binge on.
Tuesday, October 30, 2018
This is My Four Leaf Clover…
Where Art Thou, Rebecca?
It was downright cold this morning as I set out for Kamath Medical and the pharmacy. The temperature was 41° degrees according to my car. I was pleased I had donned my very warm suede leather jacket. I couldn’t see out the windows of my car worth a poot due to all the dew that had formed, though. It was a crap shoot traffic wise until my car got warmed up and the windows cleared. The morning sun was also just blinding as I drove.
I got nurse Tara again today. I leerily gave her my injection as I sat down to watch the process gritting my teeth along the way. Amazingly, she did fine this morning. I was worried for nothing. She insists on injecting me in my hip and not my buttock, though. That always worries me. I told Old Fuss and Feathers I can’t help it when I got back to the pharmacy. I am like my mother in a lot of ways. We’re both very literal and we follow the instructions.
“Where is my Rebecca?” I deftly asked Tara this morning.
“She’s got a doctor’s appointment,” she replied. “She will be back in the next two weeks.”
“Oh, okay,” I said. “I was just worried about her. She has been giving me this injection for ten years.”
“She’s been here a very long time,” Tara replied blithely.
“I had worriedly thought she had quit working here,” I told Tara.
Rebecca would get in touch with me, though, if that had happened. She would have at least called my father at the pharmacy.
Monday, October 29, 2018
SAMANTHA!
Old Fuss and Feathers sounded exhausted over the phone tonight. He had to work all day for 10 hours. I had to call him to tell him I wanted to go grocery shopping Wednesday night instead of tonight. I think he was relieved that we didn’t have to go. My injection is in the morning and I have enough on my plate at the moment. I feel a lot of anxiety about that tomorrow for some reason. Maybe it was the harrowing experience with my injection two weeks ago.
“I can’t find Samantha!” dad then said worriedly. “She always greets me on the porch when I get off of work.”
“Do you want me to drive over and help you find her?” I asked.
“No, but I will call you when she turns up,” Papa replied.
“Please do!” I told him.
Andrew to the Rescue…
Well, I took the initiative and drove over to my father’s house anyway to see if I could roust Samantha out from the woods next to his house. I thought a car coming down the driveway would pique her curiosity. She was sitting in the long back driveway when I arrived. I got out and put her in the car with me and drove on to my father’s house.
“There are people worried about you, you silly cat,” I told her.
I knocked on the back door with Miss Samantha in hand. Dad was just overjoyed at seeing her.
“Bad pussy!” he said as I handed her to him. “You are being a bad pussy!”
“Come in and get you a Coke and stay a little while,” Old Fuss and Feathers told me.
So I drank a delicious and crisp diet Coke and watched a lady make a scrumptious looking lemon and raspberry cheesecake on Food TV then I headed back to my humble home.
Tracy? Not All Chipper and Happy?
“He called me last night saying he missed me,” Tracy told me as we were shooting the shit in the kennels. “I knew I shouldn’t have answered the phone.”
“Then he had the audacity to say it was my fault we broke up!” Tracy declared looking flabbergasted. “I scoffed loudly! He was the one sleeping around with all those women from Match.com. I am tempted to go get tested for venereal disease and HIV.”
“You’d be crazy to go back with Michael,” I told her carefully. “If he will do it once, he will do it again.”
“Oh, I am not going back with him. I kicked him to the curb!” Tracy replied adamantly. “All of his stuff is out of the apartment and he is living with his parents!”
I chuckled at the living with his parents part and told Tracy why I was chuckling. It was also the first smile I had seen out of Tracy all morning.
Sunday, October 28, 2018
Are They Here Yet?
“Papa and Charlie are here!!!” I decreed and Maggie went apeshit bananas jumping on and off the couch repetitively.
I walked out to the car to help them carry everything in careful to leave the screen door shut so Maggie could look out and see everything that was going on..
“Have we got a hungry dog?” Old Fuss and Feathers asked with a big grin as we walked across my front yard.
Maggie was barking fervently through the screen door like a mad dog.
“I got Maggie a big treat,” Old Fuss and Feathers told me. “She’s got a big box of chicken strips!”
I thanked dad for doing that for Maggie. Variety truly is the spice of life as I had written earlier in the day. I know she gets so tired of her dog food. Maggie ate the strips about as fast as I could put them on the floor.
We only had one SNAFU in that all the drinks were regular drinks and not diet. Charlie and them don’t drink sodas so they give them all to me. I drank one and poured the other three down the sink. It was just too tempting not to as I love a sugary soda and I could see me gorging myself on the rest of those sugary drinks.
CYA = Cover Your Ass…
I just ordered this part – a backlight power inverter for my television. It was just $12. That way if it is not the television’s power supply then this can be the only other part at fault. If this doesn’t work, then that means the bulbs are bad. The TV will have to be sadly junked.
I am so excited and can’t wait for the parts to get here. I am hoping I will install the power motherboard and things will work fine again. I can’t wait to press that power button and find out as the TV comes to life. Now, where am I going to put a television this big? Or am I counting my chickens before they hatch?
Such a Much More Reasonable Time…
“Put some clothes on,” Charlie said with a laugh. “You’re as immodest as your father.”
I answered the door in my gray skivvies and a white t-shirt.
“The next Sunday I will wear my red thong,” I quipped at Charlie.
“Oh hush!” Charlie said laughing some more.
Back to the business at hand.
“They were out of sausage so I got you and Maggie bacon, egg, and cheese biscuits,” Charlie told me.
I was inwardly yelling, “YES!” Variety is the spice of life, no?
Maggie and I ate our delicious breakfasts and then I headed over to my father’s house after a quick shower.
“You’ve got that homeless look going on,” Old Fuss and Feathers said letting me in the back door. “I wish you would throw those pants away.”
“Alright Hyacinth,” I said with a chuckle.
You know we have to keep up appearances around here. How dare I don the homeless look. I call it casual.
“You also forgot to shave,” Old Fuss and Feathers said admonishing me some more.
“I came over just wanting to see you and I get the third degree,” I told Old Fuss and Feathers.
He was living up to his namesake today. Harumppff! I don’t pay any attention to that stuff, though. There are much bigger fish to fry in my book than to squabble over such trifles. He was glad to see me just the same. .
Saturday, October 27, 2018
“Come Pick Up Your Supper,” Old Fuss and Feathers said.
Living in a Third World Municipality…
Well, my power went out last night right before midnight. The night before it was my father’s. I was just about to go to bed. The transformer at the end of the street just basically exploded. I heard a loud boom as the lights blinked out and I walked out into the yard with a flashlight. The transformer was putting on quite a show as it was arching and sparks were flying everywhere. Soon, several of my neighbors emerged from inside their homes to see what was going on as well.
I have electric/gas heat and luckily and also thankfully Charlie had well insulated all the walls of this house before I moved in. I woke this morning to the power being returned and the thermostat had only dipped down to 68° degrees – comfortable sleeping temperatures under a warm comforter. That heat sure felt good as I set it on 75° degrees and the house warmed back up, though.
Friday, October 26, 2018
Chili Dogs With Papa…
I was cranking my car before my father could even hang up the phone. The chili dogs were absolutely delicious. I ate two and got chili all over my hands. It was the first hot and cooked meal I’ve had all week and I relished it. The dill pickles and sour cream and onion potato chips were just the accruements the doctor ordered.
“I swear you could make a dish rag taste good,” I told my father. ”Just like your mother could.”
He ate up the praise. You could see him smiling as I said it and he wiped down the kitchen counters after our meal.
I didn’t stay real long as I forgot my cigarettes and was jonesing badly about 45 minutes into the first episode. Damn things. I’ve got to quit them for good.
Power Outage = Suckage…
“I need you!” he said frantically. “My power was out all night and now my television won’t come on. It gets stuck on the opening logo.”
“Unplug it for 20 minutes, then plug it back in,” I told my father to try. “I am about to get off and I will head that way.”
“My speakers on my computer quit working as well,” he added on top of the things I must fix.
“I can take care of that, too,” I replied. “I will see you in about an hour.”
I could just imagine my father crawling up the walls without his television to view. He is a true television addict.
I finally made it to my father’s house. He had resorted to listening to the radio on the little clock radio in the den. The din of National Public Radio was droning along in the background.
I unplugged the TV and sat down to wait 20 minutes giving the capacitors time to discharge. Dad and I both drank us a couple of ice cold diet Cokes and they were delicious – most satisfying Cokes I have ever had the pleasure to imbibe. The time had come for me to plug the TV back in and I waited another 5 minutes after that to hit the power button. My summation was that the capacitors would recharge and the television would come back on. I pressed the power button and the big 55 inch TV fired to life and cycled through the logo displaying CNN.
“Thank you so much, son,” dad said, fawning all over me. “You’re a genius with this kind of stuff. I was about to go crazy without my television.”
I then checked dad’s computer speakers and they had just somehow come unplugged. Most likely the cat was behind the computer desk and became entangled was my guess. I plugged them back into an audio port and we were back in business.
Thursday, October 25, 2018
As Snug as a Bug in a Rug…
“Tracy and I are going to be really late,” she said. “Could you go ahead and open the gate and get everything up and running?”
I didn’t have to be there until nine my time which was to my favor.
“Sure,” I sleepily replied as I wiped the sleep out of my eyes. “I just have to be at my father’s house at eleven.”
I set the alarm on my phone and slept another hour.
This was supposed to be my day off, but when a friend needs a hand, you have to lend it. Mrs. Barbara has been so nice, kind, and accommodating to me and my foibles.
I didn’t even take a shower. I just threw some clothes and a ballcap on and headed out the door. It is about a thirty minute drive for me. I unlocked the gate and opened it. Then I unlocked the building and turned all the lights on. The dogs were barking like crazy and I could hear a few meows as well. Everybody was glad we were back in business. I had to go in and greet all my canine friends and check on them. We are about at half capacity at the moment. I also checked Little Man’s long line of stiches for any signs of infection.
Mrs. Barbara showed up at 10am and Tracy was not far behind her. Tracy gave me a high five of comradery when she walked in the door.
“Have you had any visitors yet?” was the first thing Mrs. Barbara asked me when she walked in the door.
We had only been open for an hour.
“It has been quiet as a church mouse on that front,” I replied regretfully.
“Well, I am leaving it with y’all,” I told the duo. “I am going to head back to dad’s house.”
“Thank you so much, Andrew!” Mrs. Barbara told me. “It will not be forgotten.”
I told her, “Anytime!” with a warm smile and walked out the door. I had a date with Old Fuss and Feathers that would entail Cokes and conversation. Time for us to be together.
Wednesday, October 24, 2018
A Fast for Fast’s Sake…
Old Fuss and Feathers looked into my cart and said, “You don’t seem to have enough and we are not making a return trip to the grocery store. You better go back and get some more.”
“I still have all those frozen meals from a few weeks ago in my freezer,” I replied to him reassuringly.
“Well, maybe this will help you with your diet,” he said in turn.
I still have most of the cheese and meat I bought last week as well. Those were put in the freezer. I had to put both loaves of bread from last week in the freezer as well. I just haven’t been hungry – mainly munching on cheese on wheat crackers and drinking water. Oh, I did get two Coke Zeros tonight which is my treat while I am writing this.
We were walking across Kroger’s parking lot when Old Fuss and Feathers asked if I was still riding my bicycle.
“I try to ride it every night until my heart rate really gets to going which usually means around the block a few times,” I replied.
“That will help your diet more than anything,” he said as we climbed into our cars. “I try to walk at least one mile a day for my heart.”
I Am Branching Out to Appliances…
“It you can fix it, then you can have it,” he told me.
Charlie was along for the ride in the white truck and helped us bring the surprisingly heavy television inside. I told ya the white truck brings great things.
“John, I bet he can get it working,” Charlie told my father.
I immediately took the back cover off the TV and immediately found the problem. It is the power PCB that supplies power to the backlights that light the picture on the television. I wrote down the part number and searched the internet and it is going to cost $85.00 to replace it. Dad said if the part was $100 dollars and less then I could order it.
I am just happy with glee that the part was so easily obtainable and was for order. I whipped out my debit card and soon the order was processed. It is going to take about a week to get here according to the shipping information.
This will be the nicest television I have ever owned. I just hope I can put it all back together again. It is going to be squirrelly getting the speakers back in place and aligned with the back cover.
October 24 Tablet Scribblings–Tearful Goodbyes…
“We can’t keep him anymore,” the male counterpart told Mrs. Barbara. “He’s tearing up and chewing on all the furniture.”
“I paid $300 dollars for that dog!” the wife snapped at the husband mournfully.
“If he is experiencing separation anxiety, then you can leave the TV running or have music playing,” I told the fella hoping for a better outcome.
Boston’s have always seemed like high maintenance dogs to me. We rarely get them at the Humane Society, though. When we do get them they don’t stick around too long.
The wife was sniffling and blowing her nose with Kleenex at this point in the matter.
“Do y’all have room for him?” the man asked clearly ready to get rid of this dog.
“Take him on back to the kennels, Andrew,” Mrs. Barbara told me.
I grabbed the leash and the dog followed me to the door.
The wife burst out crying at this point. It was clearly her dog in this matter. I wonder if this dog is going to be a serial returner which we get such a dog from time to time. Especially if he’s got a hankering for tearing up couches and couch cushions.
Tuesday, October 23, 2018
A Double Edged Sword…
These new anxiety meds are kicking my ass to put it bluntly. Yes, they have helped with the anxiety immensely, but I am too sleepy all the time to enjoy it.
I got home from volunteering yesterday, took my noon dose, and laid down for a nap and didn’t wake up until 7pm. I then took my nightly dose and fell back asleep and didn’t wake up until noon today. I am tempted to try and not take them today and see what happens. I don’t want to sleep away my life. I am just scared of the anxiety monster.
“Give them time,” Old Fuss and Feathers warily and gently said over the phone a moment ago. “You will probably get over the initial sleepiness.”
“I’ll try,” I said not very hopeful.
I dare say I hope so. If I take my noon dose, I bet I will sleep until late in the evening. This happens with a lot of psychiatric medications. The side effects can be worse than what you are trying to cure.
Monday, October 22, 2018
October 22 Tablet Scribblings…
Little Man continues to get better and better. I am having to give him an antibiotic and he doesn’t fuss when I shove it down his throat. Boy, that dog can eat some kibble. I think the antibiotics make him so hungry. I want to adopt this dog so badly, but I know it would never happen. Old Fuss and Feathers would make me take him back for sure. I was talking to Barbara about it today.
“You can take him home after his stiches come out,” she told me eager to find him a home.
“I will be having to pay all the Vet bills,” I can hear my father say. “Dogs and cats are expensive if you treat them properly.”
I took my medications early today at 11:20am needing a respite from a busy morning. I usually always take them at noon like clockwork. Tracy noticed me going into the bathroom early and remarked that I had to poop early today.
“TRACY!!!” I hollered loudly, playfully admonishing her. “Don’t keep up with my poops!”
I told you she was a busybody. She just laughed and said I was usually the most regular person she had ever met. She doesn’t know I am taking medications – my crazy meds as I like to coyly call them.
Sunday, October 21, 2018
Hell Night Doth Endeth…
And a new day dawns…
It was 1am when I turned off my tablet and headed to bed. I fell asleep soon after hitting the hay and then Maggie got to barking loudly as if someone was in the yard. She has different barks for different situations. I got up and turned on all the outside lights and Maggie calmed back down and fell asleep on the couch. I climbed back into the bed about 4am. It seemed I had just gone back to sleep when there was a knock on the door. It was 8am.
“I am so sorry I am so early again,” Charlie said.
“Well, I would rather you be early than not to come at all,” I replied.
Charlie really appreciated that and told me so. He was in a hurry and was soon back on the road again. Maggie and I ate our breakfast and I tried to fall back asleep again, but once I am up there is no turning back. I got on the computer and started my day.
Saturday, October 20, 2018
Bored, Depressed, and Lonely Tonight…
Just having one of those bad nights I have from time to time. I called my father and he is all the way up in Alexander City visiting with my sister’s family. He wanted to see his grandkids. He should be headed home about now as it is just after 10pm. He wasn’t much company over the phone. I pray he didn’t show up at my sister’s house still buzzed from the ballgame bar scene.
I guess it is normal to feel this way. Especially the lonely part. I wish I had some kind of counterpart with me to keep me company. I am so desperate I am having thoughts of Tuleana tonight. She called me this morning and said she would call me again tonight. I also think the depression has a lot to do with SAD. Seasonal Affective Disorder. It is getting dark just after 7pm here and it depresses me. I seem to live in the dark ages at nights.
This is when the alcohol monster rears its ugly head. I want to drive down to the package store in West Point and nurse a pint of Southern Comfort or some such liquor. I know it is self medicating my problems, but I would feel instantly better. Is it that bad of a thing? Just thinking “aloud” here.
Later After Midnight…
I remembered my Auschwitz Mantra suddenly and immediately got to feeling better. My life looked kind of rosy after all. I’ve got so much to be thankful for!!!
The Irish Pub Downtown Was Not Such a Good Idea…
File this in the “DUH!” department.
Old Fuss and Feathers called me at noon and asked me if I wanted to go to the pub just downtown to watch the Auburn game.
“Sure,” I said, happy to be included. “Let me take a shower and put on some decent clothes.”
I drove over to my father’s house and we headed just down the road to the pub. The bartender asked me what I wanted and I almost said Guinness out of a long deep seated habit. They had Guinness on tap.
“A large Coca-Cola will suit me just fine,” I replied after a hesitation.
“Driving, eh?” he said with a smile as he wiped clean the counter in front of me and put down a drink coaster. .
Dad ordered a large white wine promising me that was all he was going to have.
Being around all those drinking people was not such a good idea for me. The bar was also loud and boisterous. I told dad I was just going to walk back to his house and drive home. The walk only took 20 minutes.
“I am so sorry, son,” he replied. “I just wasn’t thinking.”
“We both weren’t thinking,” I told him as I said goodbye. “I should know better than any.”
Well, Auburn won big. An SEC game on the road. I know he is still down there celebrating with all the other revelers. Let’s pray he walks home and doesn’t drive. We can get his car in the morning.
Friday, October 19, 2018
What Does Polly Have that I Don’t Have?
Polly has hundreds of fascinating knick knacks and I just have a boring computer and computer parts in every room. That’s what. Charlie called me and said they were visiting with his sister, Polly, tonight. She has a collection of knick knacks that Horsefly is just enamored with.
“He has a few special ones he loves to fondle.” Charlie told me chuckling. “He also loves snow globes which Polly has a few.”
“Just a few,” Charlie added facetiously.
“Well, I was looking forward to seeing you guys tonight,” I replied.
“Horsefly bowled two perfect games tonight,” Charlie went on to tell me. “He was ecstatic. We’re having a good night tonight and I hope it stays that way.”
Polly, Charlie’s sister, lives a block over from me and I kept hoping they would swing by here as well. Alas, Horsefly must be ready for home and I know Charlie wants to go home as well.
Charlie has to take Horsefly to the cinema tomorrow. I offered to take him, but Charlie told me the Fly has been fussy about others taking him to the movies. Maybe its because I go to his movie and try to sit too close to him. If you get too close, he will gather his popcorn and coke and get up and move. Snubbed by the Fly.
October 19 Tablet Scribblings…
Well, dad called our doctor and he put me on a new anxiety medication. The Klonopin just wasn’t doing the trick. I have to take it three times a day. I am going to pick up the pills on my way back from the Humane Society today as the prescription is filled and ready to go.
“Maybe this will give you some peace,” my father told me of my tortured soul.
I am excited to try them and to see if they help. I think I am the only person on Earth thrilled at getting even more crazy meds.
I was stir crazy late in the evening last night and visited with my father to calm down. I called it grounding myself. He cooked us breakfast for supper and it was such a treat. I adore and love breakfast for supper. We had scrambled eggs, bacon, and heat and serve biscuits.
Tracey got the wildcat to eat out of her hand and she was thrilled today. Normally, he would hiss and cower in the back of his cage. This cat is going to take some serious rehabilitation if it is going to be adopted. Tracy is up to the task, though. She oozes with sweetness and trustworthiness,
Little Man got back from the Vet this morning as well and he looks like a new dog without that hideous tumor on his loin. The tumor was benign. I peeled back the bandages and he has quite a few stiches. I have a mind to adopt this dog if Old Fuss and Feathers wouldn’t have a hissy fit. I might just do it anyway come hell or high water.