Because He's My Main Man....

One of the worst feelings in the world. 

The head honcho himself has just left the premises.  We got Whoppers and onion rings for today's treat. We also got one hell of a gigantic coke much to my supreme delight.

Yes, it was Charlie. He had been painting his new house and his clothes had paint all over them. I rushed out to the car excited to greet him as Maggie barked fervently inside as well.

"Are you taking Horsefly to the movies?" I asked seeing the paint.

"I paid Mrs. Sandra to take him for me," Charlie replied.

Mrs. Sandra was my mother's best friend and she is getting my car when my father finally hands over the keys to mom's car which he says will be soon.

"Hey, Mr. Charles!" I loudly said smiling as he laughed.

One thing about Charlie is that he trusts me unlike my father. Charlie just put all my numerous medications in a Ziploc bag and handed them to me. He didn't come inside to make sure I took them.

It also makes me realize that I take a shit load of medications when you look at the bag. I didn't realize it, but I take five Klonopin every day. No wonder I get withdrawal symptoms when I don't get them in a timely manner every afternoon or evening.

"I just got a ticket driving Erin's car for having an expired tag," Charlie told me with a frown before he drove off. "I went over and got your daddy's car."

That explained why Charlie was in my father's Honda.

If I Could Only Catch My Shadow...

It's been very quiet around here leaving me with little to write about except mundane type stuff. I did go to father's house this afternoon to watch our favorite cooking shows on Georgia Public television. We both enjoy those programs very much. My favorite show is America's Test Kitchen. It seems more like chemistry rather than cooking.

"I am cooking supper for me and you," my father told me as we sat in his den. "Don't eat this afternoon and ruin your appetite.

"What are you cooking?" I asked with a growling stomach and an inquisitive mind.

"We are going to have what was left of that roast I cooked the other day. We are also going to have your favorite french style green beans and  buttery creamed potatoes."

That all sounded so very delicious. Sadly, I didn't do so well this week with my groceries. I've got a half loaf of bread and some Beefaroni to last me until Monday night. Charlie will bring sausage biscuits and a cola in the morning. I also have Sunday night fried chicken as well to tide me over until grocery night.

An Automobile to Covet...

While I was at my father's house, I walked downstairs to the garage to have another gander at my mom's Honda Civic. I sat in the car for quite awhile listening to a jazz CD and then I looked at the engine for a moment as well. My only real qualm about my mother's car is that the engine only has a single overhead cam instead of a double overhead cam.

My father says he is going to let me have it once it has been serviced and four new tires have been added. There is also a little bit of bodywork that needs be done which will the most expensive aspect of this project. Mom hit a parking pylon shortly before her passing.

"We've got to get my car cleaned up before we give it to Mrs. Sandra," I told my father. "She is going to be so surprised!"

Refried Beans, Salsa, and Queso...

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Mom and Mrs. Sandra were running very late tonight. Maggie and I were elated when they pulled up in front of my house. I kissed my mother on her cheek saying thank you and away they went after giving me a big honking bag of Mexican food.

I'm not big on refried beans at all, but I have found a way to eat them to my pleasure. I mix a cup of Pace salsa in with the beans, rice, and cheese. I then mix it all together for a tangy, rich amalgamation with a spicy bite and a kick to it. I often have to warm them for another minute or two in the microwave as well.

"Oh, I am forgetting your Cokes," my mother said coming to my rescue just before Mrs. Sandra hit the gas and drove off,

They were sitting upon the backseat of my mother's car. These will be a nice treat tonight after my father and I have taken my medications and fed and watered the Magster.

Now, I Can View the World in Pictures...

My Canon digital camera has been out of service for a few weeks with a broken mini USB port thwarting downloading any photos to my computer. I sent it to Canon weeks ago to get it repaired. I thought it would never get here due to the holidays and shipping matters. Package tracking says it should arrive tomorrow -- the package is in Lagrange to be delivered. Hopefully, I will have photos of my taking on the blog for the most part.

She's Rounding Third and She's Heading Home...

Bless mom's dear sweet heart! She remembered to bring my Cokes and a pack of Swisher Sweets tonight without any coercion on my part  - it was our Mexican meal night. I didn't have to drive and pick them up at my parent's house as I normally do and had put off going through that rigamarole for most of the day.

Maggie and I were sitting on the couch on lookout. It is just a fun game we like to play. Mom's car turned left at the bottom of my street and Maggie's ears pricked up as it is a very familiar sound for her.

"Guess who's here?" I asked my furry daughter, Maggie, as a tan Honda stopped at our house.

She knows that phrase extremely well. Maggie went nuts! Gamma dog was home! Yeehaw! Theta dog, my father, will be along in  just about an hour.

Mrs. Sandra has such a contagious and smile provoking laugh. I could almost hear her laughing at the bottom of the road. She is still driving my mother to the restaurant and back home. Mom can only drive to my house or to the beauty salon.

I profusely thanked Mrs. Sandra for doing this task for us. I also pretty much fear that my mother's driving days are over.

Nice View From My Front Stoop...

It is so nice to see Mrs. Sandra driving mom's car when they go to eat Mexican at El Rio Grande. It takes a load off my mind and a much heavier load off my shoulders -- especially now since it is getting dark so early. It was dark by 6PM tonight.

Sandra will park mom's car in the garage and then head home in her own car. Mrs. Sandra has lived a tough life with much of it mired in poverty and strife, but she never quits smiling and laughing. That's the kind of person I want to be remembered as. "He never complained against all the odds he faced." That's why I keep my Auschwitz Mantra so near and dear.

"You did want chicken fajitas, didn't you?" mom asked breaking my train of thought.

"That's exactly what the doctor ordered," I replied with a smile.

Prelude...

I was sitting on the couch on lookout with the Magster when Mom's Civic came flying around the corner and pulled onto my street. Sandra rolled down the windows in preparation so mom could hand me my meal. Sandra was just laughing and laughing.

"Mom's car hasn't been driven that fast in years!" I told Mrs. Sandra kidding her. "You're going to blow the cobwebs out!"

"Oh hush!" Mrs. Sandra said and she laughed even more so.

¿Es hambre de México?

Viva La Mexico

Like clockwork on a Tuesday evening,  my mother just called me and told me she was bringing me my usual Mexican meal this evening.

"Thank you!" I replied sincerely and heartfelt as I always do.

The Magster and I were just laying in the bed "chilling" as I call it. Maggie was grooming herself diligently as I lay on my side and read this month's edition of Model Railroader magazine. I've gotten bitten by the model railroading bug really badly once again and I am catching up on all my past issues of my magazines I haven't read. Why did I have to pick two of the most expensive hobbies to get involved with such as model railroading and computers?

"Is Mrs. Sandra coming to pick you up?" I asked my mother warily.

"Your daddy just called and asked me the same thing," my mother said huffily. "I think I can drive fine to the Mexican restaurant. It only just a few miles from the house. Your daddy told me that if I had another accident driving then I am not going to be able to drive anymore."

"Remember, it is going to be very dark tonight when you eat as the time has changed," I told my mother.

"Hell, mom, I can barely drive at night and you are double my age," I then said to my mother worriedly.

She blew loudly out of frustration just like a petulant child and told me that maybe I was right.

If mom's memory would serve her correctly, then she would remember falling into the bushes at the restaurant when she drove there a few months ago. Her ending drive to the restaurant to be exact.

Dark Storm Clouds On the Horizon...

I just woke up early this morning with thoughts of my mother on my mind. I am deeply worried about her fueled by my own trials and tribulations with addiction and substance abuse. She has a tough row to hoe ahead of her if she is to recover.

I wiped the sleep from my eyes, put on some shoes, and went and got a cold soda from the fridge. I sat down in front of this computer to try to get my jumbled thoughts and mind together enough to write a decent blog post. My brain was going every which way and that. It was a busy day yesterday -- a day full of those family secrets best forgotten and not talked about. Things swept under the rug as they say.

Mrs. Sandra ran my Mexican meal to me last night. Which kind of alarmed me as it was a very somber occasion indeed. I just knew something bad or crazy had happened.

"What has happened now?" I asked Mrs. Sandra instinctively as her grand-kids jostled in the backseat.

"Andrew?" Mrs. Sandra said. "Your mother's been taking something tonight.  She was acting all strange and then she fell into the bushes at the Mexican restaurant and we almost couldn't get  her out."

"Sandra, I shouldn't be talking for her, but she is addicted to Xanax," I replied. "She takes up to 12 at a time."

Sandra said my mother could barely get up the steps of their home when my father miraculously arrived home early and took over.

"Your father just told me to bring your meal and then head home," Sandra told me.

"You always call me when something like that happens and I will take care of it," I  told Sandra.

Think Twice, Look Thrice...

I was asleep in my lazy boy with Maggie's huge mass on my lap when I heard mom's car's horn blow loudly outside. Maggie flew out of my lap to look outside. I looked at the clock on my wall. 7:00 pm. Right on time.

"I can't believe she drove after all that we've been through with her!" was what I was thinking as I stood up to go outside. I felt like an angry parent with a petulant child.

I walked out the front door to find Mrs. Sandra at the helm of mom's car.

"Mrs. Sandra!" I exclaimed jovially. "I thought momma had driven when I heard her car horn!"

Sandra just laughed and laughed.

"We fooled ya!" she said laughing even more.

Lunch Lady Land...  Is also what I was thinking!

Sandra handed me my olfactory pleasing Mexican meal and took my mother home to get Sandra's car. Mrs. Sandra is a bonafide lunch lady. She was supervisor for a local school's lunch room for years and years and retired.

The Journey to Johnny's...

Mom and Mrs. Sandra ate pizza last night at Johnny's New York Style Pizzeria.  Mom called me at almost ten to come pick up the leftover pizza before she could eat it all. She said she already felt bloated. It was some of the best cold pizza I have ever tasted. I was like OMG while eating it. The Italian sausage was exquisite.

I was glad mom got out and about last night. Mrs. Sandra is a classy lady and knew mom needed a friend at the moment.  Mom has basically stayed in the bed since my father left. She only ventures out for her many appointments.