Charlie woke me up at 8am with breakfast this morning. I never know when he will get here. I was abruptly woken by a loud knock on the door and I sleepily opened the front door in my underwear and a t-shirt as Charlie handed me the goods. Maggie was going strong, though – so glad to see him. She was proud to get her sausage biscuit.
“Horsefly was ready for bed and I had to hurry,” Charlie told me.
Horsefly sleeps in the day and doesn’t venture forth until after nightfall.
“Enjoy your biscuits,” Charlie said and he was gone in a flash.
I bet Charlie didn’t dare wake my father that early. I just arrived home from my father’s house and noticed he had fixed a strong pot of coffee – the house smelling wonderfully of roasted coffee beans. Boy, was he surly this morning. Auburn lost really badly last night – got the pants beat off of them by an unranked Mississippi State.
“We just won’t talk about it,” he told me when I sat down in the den meaning the Auburn game.
“Looks like we may be getting a hurricane,” dad then said changing the subject.
“Today will be the last 90° degree day and then the daily temperatures fall progressively,” I told him. “I do think fall is on the way.”
Old Fuss and Feathers still rations out my cigarettes to me. I had to ask for an extra pack this morning as I had gotten behind. I normally only smoke one pack a day. He didn’t balk which I feared.
“I might smoke me a few today, too!” he jokingly told me and I laughed.
Cigarettes are prohibitively expensive these days and my father never complains about the cost. He’s good to me about that vice.
Good thing you didn’t stay to watch the game. That would have been very unpleasant.
ReplyDeleteI read on the web that 98% of all schizophrenics smoke. Now, that is saying something. It must be the nicotine and its effects on the brain. I hope this finds you well, Andrew.
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