Buddy? Can You Spare Some Change?

Old Fuss and Feathers and I would have to get behind two aggravating people to checkout at Kroger’s tonight. One guy said strawberries were on sale, but they would ring up at the normal price. Thankfully, he gave up and left the store without buying the strawberries. The next guy paid for a gallon of whole milk in dimes, nickels, and lots of pennies. We sat there staring on as the process proceeded at a snail’s pace.

“That’s how you buy a beer when you are broke and got the shakes,” I told my father.

He laughed and laughed.

“You should know!” he said smiling as I cut my eyes at him with a jeering look that turned whimsical.

I spent $62 dollars tonight – well below my budget. Old Fuss and Feathers was afraid I didn’t get enough. I wasn’t hungry this evening and nothing appealed to me. My only impulse buy was some Dungeness crab southern style dip. I then had to buy the crackers to accompany it. I did buy a lot of Yoplait Greek yogurt for a low eighty calorie snack or meal. I also bought pickles as a snack as they have five calories per serving.

A Feeling of Impending Doom...

"Why are you so nervous and fidgety?" dad asked me as we pulled out of my neighborhood for the short jaunt to WOW!.

"Something is going to go wrong," I told him. "Nothing's never easy when concerning these cable TV and internet providers."

"Well, hope for the best," dad told me turning his gaze back to the road.

"What can I help you with gentlemen?" the receptionist asked as we stepped into an empty lobby.

"Yes, I want to change my plan," I explained, "I want to get the 500 Mbps internet, drop my cable, and keep my phone."

The lady got on the computer and started to furiously type away.

"You can only have the 110 Mbps internet on your plan," she told me with a guarded smile.

"Well, let's change plans then," I told her sternly.

The lady said she had to talk to her supervisor and would call us back. Dad gave her his cellphone number.

"I'll work hard to get you what you want," she said and then my father and I left to drive home.

"I told you so," I said to my father as I climbed into his car. "I told you it wouldn't be easy."

Oh-My-Gosh! Yippee!

They finally had my lemon meringue pie in stock! I almost got heart arrhythmia and fainted when I opened the freezer door and pulled it out with my chilly, clammy hands. It was like holding the Holy Grail of frozen pies. Into my cart it went. I am now wishing I got two of them, but I was trying to be budget conscious.

I thought I had gone way over budget on my groceries tonight and I ended up spending only $54 dollars. That worried my father deeply -- my misjudgment. I got what I thought was a lot of expensive sandwich meat, but I guess it wasn't that expensive after all. I also got Hebrew National jumbo franks for hot dogs which I so adore. Those things are pretty pricey as well.

"Do you want to go back in and get some Marie's meals?" dad asked me urgingly as I loaded my Honda up with groceries.

"I will be fine," I reassuringly replied to my father. "I will just have to be very judicious with the food I bought tonight."

"Well, at least you got your journal writing sodas," dad said with a chuckle. "Priorities, right?"

I didn't know if he was joking or being serious.

Dad told me he was going to cook a pot roast with the trimmings, his mother's macaroni and cheese, and rattlesnake beans towards the end of the week. He assured me that would help tide me over till next Monday and yet another grocery store visit.

Good Bye to Johnny Otis and Good Night...

"Guess who's here?" I asked the Magster a phrase she knows very well and she went nuts after looking out the window.

She stood her ground by the front screened door until Papa could ingress and get settled on Maggie's couch.

"You get seven cokes tonight," my father told me."One from last night fell out its sack into the car."

I was getting my second wind when my father pulled up tonight. I was truly feeling my oats. Dad and I were laughing and having a good time together. We were really "shooting the shit" as my old friend George would say.

"You do so well these days," my father said bragging on me. "You're are a different person and I appreciate you being so responsible about your injections,"

I told my father that Gittermom had a hand in all that transpired today. She's a dear journal friend I had to explain to him.

Well, I was just eating up the attention. My father doesn't commend me very often like this.

I was telling my father of Maggie's little SNAFU earlier in the evening.

"There was this little black fluffy dog busily sniffing around in the yard and Maggie mistook it as a cat. Well, you have never heard such a commotion over a mistaken dog -- much and such vicious barking. If Maggie could've only sniffed its butt, then all would be well," I told my father.

My father roared with laughter at my last remark.

I only do this once in a blue moon, but I asked my father for two more 2 mg Klonopin to help me get to bed at a decent hour after sleeping all day. I don't want to get back to a nocturnal existence as it taxes me so. He begrudgingly agreed while admonishing me. We walked out to his car to get the extra medications and he headed home. That was the only mar on a great evening with my parental unit.