We are going to exchange gifts after supper. I hope she likes what I got her – the turquoise inlay watch. I also got her some stocking stuffers and she has her very own decorated Christmas stocking. I already know what she got me as she told me – an “action pack” of four currently popular video games. I am sure I will enjoy them. I am wishfully hoping Morrowind Online is included and alluded to that fantasy. “Men are so hard to buy for,” I can hear Tracy say now.
Well, I got to open my main present last night. I was excited and giddy with glee. I’d been waiting for this moment since September. Dad was asking me what it was and what it does. In layman terms, I said it is a separate CPU or processor that computes and processes the graphics in my computer. I needed an especially powerful card to game in ultra high definition thus the extreme cost.
I uninstalled the old drivers for my trusty old Radeon RX480 video card and then installed the Radeon Vega 64 card and my computer wouldn’t boot. The BIOS reported that an operating system wasn’t found. I panicked at first, but I expected there to be some troubleshooting. I then went into the BIOS and did a boot override on my Windows 10 partition and then everything booted up fine after that. I installed the new adrenalin drivers and we were up and running. My main concern and worry was that my power supply wouldn’t have enough current to support this card, but things are working okay. This card draws over 400 watts of power under load and I only have a 750 watt Corsair power supply. It also puts out a LOT of heat as well. I’ve got all my computer case fans running full tilt, but they aren’t too obtrusive sound wise.
It was time to test some games and I was just overjoyed at the results. I could play all my games in ultra high definition on an ultra high definition monitor with decent frame rates. Skyrim: Special Edition looked amazing and especially beautiful. It is like a whole new level of immersion.
Horsefly has been really sick lately. He kept coughing sitting next to me and I would cover my mouth last night on our quest for pretty Christmas lights. I didn’t won’t the crud he had been fighting all week. He was fixated on a Disney Little Princess bowling set he carried with him.
Charlie was in fine form last night as well. We were really critiquing every one’s Christmas decorations. I love to hear my father and Charlie interact. They are just like close knit brothers.
Something fun is happening tonight. Me, Dad, Charlie, and Horsefly are all going for an ice cream and then we are going to drive around town and look at the Christmas lights. I am also hoping I will get to open one Christmas gift tonight. We all know what that will be, don’t we? Yes, the $500 video card for mien computer. Then I will have more fun staying up late for the install and almost most likely troubleshooting of the card.
I haven’t done much for the past few days except rest. It was so nice to sleep in yesterday and today. I have to wake myself up at noon to take my medications to stay on schedule. Tracy is coming tomorrow night. We are having our own little Christmas and I will surely have to get on the ball and get us up something to eat. I am thinking of cooking a poppy seed chicken casserole and dinner rolls with a salad. Then she goes and spends Christmas with her mom in Atlanta.
Oh, I’ve been growing a goatee and sideburns for the past three weeks and it is really filling out now. Tracy says it makes me look “dangerously sexy” for whatever that means. It is driving my father crazy. He doesn’t like facial hair on men and says he is going to get me to shave it off by Christmas day. Ha!
Last night, I needed gas. My low gas indicator was on and I don’t know what I would do without it. I’d probably run out of gas sooner or later. Dad called me at 9 pm ready to go.
“I will meet you at the Circle K on Gilmer avenue,” he told me.
He insists on putting my gas on his personal Visa for some reason. I braved the cold and soon my father came pulling into the gas station. We filled up both our cars and I had one more task to do.
“Let’s run inside and get Maggie a couple of bags of fried pork skins (chicharrones),” I told my father.
I used my allowance money to pay for them.
“Are you ready to go to the grocery store?” Old Fuss and Feathers then asked. “We can go ahead and get it done and over with.”
“Let’s put it off till tomorrow night,” I said feeling shaky last night.
The was a little coercion, but my father gave in and said alright. I don’t think he really wanted to do all that last night as well.
Well, I got home and dad called me and we ended up talking for another hour on the phone. Maggie just adored a bag of pork skins by the way. It is one of her favorite treats these days.
“We are going to get Charlie and Horsefly this week and ride around and look at all the Christmas lights,” dad said. “How does that sound?”
I told him that sounded like a fun adventure. I love to hear dad and Charlie banter and bicker back and forth. I can then poke Horsefly and make him laugh.
“You didn’t leave me any trash to take out tonight,” he said almost mournfully.
Dad was getting Maggie stirred up on the couch. She was really “talking” to him.
“She’s been a good companion to you all these years,” dad said.
“She’s my Magster,” I replied as I bent over and hugged her. “I don’t know what I would do without her. Thank y’all for getting her a burger tonight.”
“If you lose any more weight, you are going to waste away,” Charlie told me which made me feel good.
They soon left and Maggie and I settled in and ate our burgers. Mine was delicious, A Wendy’s double with cheese and Maggie’s was just a plain single with cheese with none of the fixins. I told dad before he left I had about filled out on the fill-ups from KFC.
Dad broached the subject of Christmas Eve before he left tonight.
“Now, you can come, but there is going to be a lot of people there,” he said. “I thought that would make you nervous.”
“Let’s have another Christmas at Andrew’s house afterwards,” I told my father.
“Charlie and I will bring your gifts and I will bring you a big plate of food,” he said.
“Sounds good to me,” I replied, content with the arrangements.
I put my finger to my mouth trying to get Charlie to tone it down some. He was all riled up and Tracy was sitting just inside on the couch.
“Y’all get bacon, egg, and cheese biscuits this morning,” Charlie said. “Because they (bleeped) it up and I brought Tracy a biscuit as well.”
I told Charlie thank you as he then turned his attention to Maggie and Tracy.
“Hey Tracy! Hey, my Maggie Lou,” he said.
“Well, that was colorful,” Tracy said with a laugh as I stepped back inside and shut the door.
“Charlie’s got a touch of Tourette's syndrome and can’t help it,” I said explaining it away.
Soon, Charlie was headed to Old Fuss and Feather’s house with another biscuit and my father’s coveted Senior Coffee.
We got so much rain recently that my driveway is a mosh pit. Tracy and I were leaving for dad’s house this morning and I got stuck in my own driveway. I pulled forward and turned sharply right and then backed out without incident.
“My Blu-ray player keeps saying weak or no signal,” dad told me before we left.
“That’s your HDMI cable,” I replied.
Yep, It was the HDMI cable. I changed it out and things were working fine again. Dad was watching a Blu-ray of the 2004 Auburn Tigers. How boring is that? Thankfully, he turned it off while Tracy and I were over there. Dad was very glad to see Tracy.
“It is remarkable how much he has improved socially since dating you,” he told her. “He actually answers the phone now!”
Tracy was acting all shy and blushed.
“Thank you, Mr. John,” she replied.
“Soon, I am going to take you out on a proper date,” I told her. “Just let me save up some money.”
“Let’s go to that little Italian place out by the interstate,” Tracy said. “Then I will give you something extra special when we return home.”
“Like you in your birthday suit?” I asked crassly with a chuckle.
“That can be arranged,” Tracy replied with a devilish smile.
To see her naked is like looking at one of the wonders of the world.
Charlie called me this morning. I hadn’t been up long, but I was dressed. I was fixin to head to Old Fuss and Feather’s house.
“I am coming to get you,” Charlie said. “Our TV is talking to us every time you press a button.”
“How did y’all get it to do that?” I asked incredulously.
“Oh hell, I don’t know,” Charlie replied. “Janice must’ve hit the wrong button.”
I laughed and Charlie chuckled.
“Well, you are going to have to come inside and say hello to Maggie when you come,” I told Charlie.
Charlie said he would. Soon, here he came rolling up my street. I told Maggie Charlie was here and she went apeshit bananas yet once again.
“Maggie Lou, just what are you doing?” Charlie asked exuberantly.
Maggie wiggled and barked in ecstasy as Charlie rubbed and petted her vigorously and robustly.
“Come on, let’s go fix my TV.”
It was a simple fix. I can’t remember exactly what I did, but there was a setting in the menu that turned off speech assist.
“That sure was easy,” Janice said lying on the couch while she watched the television.
“Andrew, I don’t know what we would do without you,” Charlie told me.
Charlie slipped me twenty dollars and gave me five sodas for the road. Charlie really does spoil me. I got one leaded regular Coca-Cola, two diet Cokes, and two Sprite Zeros. A motley mix, but right up my alley.
The downpour had quit overnight giving me smooth sailing as I drove in to volunteer this morning. It was misting heavily on the drive home, though.
I hadn’t heard much out of my princess this week. She has been cramming for and taking her finals. She greeted me at the door of the Humane Society and said, “I am finished with school for another term.”
“What class are you taking next term?” I asked her.
“Music appreciation,” she replied. “That should lighten the load just a tad bit.”
“Now, that is something I can help you with,” I told her with knowledgeable aspirations.
“You’re going to be seeing a lot more of me in the next few weeks,” she said. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world,” I told her.
“I love you baby!” She told me and gave me a quick kiss.
I watched a little of Dr. Phil at Old Fuss and Feather’s house this morning. Just your usual and typical dysfunctional family type stuff – families torn apart by an abhorrent family member or broken families, divorces, etc. Dad cooked breakfast for him and I as well. We had fried eggs and bacon and some frozen biscuits warmed and toasted in the oven. I didn’t stay too long. It was getting close to time for me to take my medications and I didn’t bring them with me
“For god’s sake go take your medications,” my father told me with a laugh when I told him I had to go and the reason why. .
I came home and took off my glasses and my ballcap and was just going to lay down for an hour and rest. It was about 1 pm. I fell asleep and awoke tonight at 6:30 pm and the house was pitch black dark – very disorienting and disconcerting. I guess I needed the rest. It was amazing my phones didn’t ring in all that time nor did Maggie bark. It left me with little to write about today.
We should’ve went and got my Christmas tree, but dad and I both put it off until after the weekend. We're both supreme procrastinators. Why do today what you can put off until tomorrow type of stuff.
I feel at peace tonight – not the always inward conflict I feel on a normal basis. I am very thankful for all the many good things in my life right now. I’ve come a very long way from that drunkard homeless man back in 2003. I will never forget the night my mother turned on the heat in my deceased grandmother’s house – wonderful, glorious heat. I had called her and told her I was homeless. I had a warm bed to sleep in that night and was so very, very thankful. I had been sleeping in a tent by a pond on some land we owned. The month was December as it is now.
“I don’t care what your daddy says you’re not sleeping in a tent tonight,” my mother told me over the phone. “It is freezing cold outside!”
That was the spark that lit the fire that got me moving towards recovery, stability, and sobriety. I finally had stable housing living in an apartment under my grandmother’s house. It took a few years, but I finally got sobered up as well and started to take my medications. The medications were useless while I was drinking. The medications are the key to my recovery. My father always likes to say that I am a different person on my medications than I was before. He said the same of my mother as well. My mother was a mean, stern, chaotic, and obstinate woman growing up and she turned into this gentle and kind creature when she started to take Zyprexa for her schizophrenia. I actually got to be friends with my mother in the last few years before her death. We were no longer at odds with each other.
“I am going to sit this one out,” I told my father tonight of going to the grocery store. “It is already 32° degrees outside.”
“Aw, babe,” he said. “We will be in and out and back home before you know it. Come on, let’s go!”
I had never seen Kroger so bereft of customers than tonight. I used it to my advantage and quickly filled my cart with items I needed. Dad was soon right behind me as we made our way up front to checkout. I got a shitload of food for $76 dollars and dad remarked upon it.
“What was on sale?” dad asked.
“I didn’t buy that god awful expensive gourmet chicken salad tonight,” I replied. “The Powerade was also on sale for $3.99 an eight pack.”
I was having serious wardrobe malfunctions tonight as well. I kept having to pull my pants up and I couldn’t even wear these pants two months ago. Dad got to laughing as I held my pants up as I walked across the parking lot to load up my trunk.
“You need a belt,” he said loudly.
“None of my belts fit me either!” I exclaimed. “And who wants to go to Walmart and buy one?”
There was no reply. Dad abhors Walmart as much as I do. We went our separate ways and headed home to get out of this cold.
I hope she likes this. She loves turquoise so this should fit the bill. I didn’t realize turquoise jewelry was so expensive. I am using my January and February computer parts money in advance to pay for this. It was $229 dollars.
Turquoise gems are channel inlaid in this 12k gold and silver ladies watch band. The watch band is 9/16" tapering to 5/16" and has a gold extension band. This comes with a quartz movement battery operated watch face. Navajo made in New Mexico. Signed by the artist.
It would be just my luck that my next injection falls on Christmas day. Rebecca said they are open the 26th and she will be there. I just have to tough it out for a day. I told dad to be sure to give me an extra Risperdal pill just in case for Christmas. I don’t want to spend Christmas miserable with my not so friendly friend mental illness.
My eyes opened this morning and Tracy was propped up on her elbow watching me sleep. Good morning she said with a giggle as I yawned and stretched. She’s my little princess I tell you. Despite my trying to dissuade her from coming, she came anyway last night. She didn’t get here until almost ten my time. I went to bed at eleven and she soon followed me after using my computer for awhile. She was trying to decide what course to take next term. She took my advice and is only going to take one class next term instead of the two she took this time. She took two doosies too – biology and chemistry and their corresponding labs..
I couldn’t dawdle this morning. I told Tracy she would just have to excuse me – that I was all business. I had warned her the night before and she still came. Dad called me at 8:30 to make sure I was up and getting dressed. Soon, I was on my way with a 9:00 am rendezvous with the pharmacy. Dad already had my prescription filled so I was ready to go. Kamath Medical was my next destination and my shot went without a hitch.
Christmas will be here in two weeks and I still haven’t bought Tracy’s gift. I know she loves and collects turquoise jewelry so I think I am going to get her a turquoise neckless and matching bracelet. I better get on the web and order that right now while I am thinking about it.
I hadn’t seen Tracy since Friday morning. She was a sight for sore eyes let me tell you. She said seeing my car in the Humane Society’s parking lot this morning was the best thing she had seen in a long time. Tracy spent the weekend with her mother in Atlanta.
“I am going to give you three kisses for coming back,” she said and gave me some heartwarming whoppers.
“That was nice!” I exclaimed.
She wanted to come up here tonight, but I told her she needs to take a break. Tracy always tries to do too much and spreads herself thin. I told her Wheezy is going to think she abandoned her.
“Why don’t you come down to my apartment tonight?” Tracy asked. “I need some alone time with you.”
“My injection is in the morning,” I replied. “I need to stick close to home and stay on schedule.”
Tracy gave me a pouty look and then said okay.
“I sure am going to miss you tonight,” she replied hinting that she may just drive up anyway.
I went about my daily tasks as if it were any other day. I donned my rubber boots and my giant vinyl apron and got to work power blasting and obliterating dog poo. I was back home by 1:00 pm having finished all my tasks.
I am actually going to own a top of the line Vega video card!
8GB 2048-Bit High Bandwidth Memory 2
Core Clock 1276 MHz
Boost Clock 1560 MHz
3 x HDMI 2.0b 3 x DisplayPort 1.4
4096 Stream Processors
PCI Express 3.0 x16
I got up at the ungodly hour of 8 am this morning for no apparent reason other than to wait on Charlie I guess. Within a hour he was here with Maggie’s and my breakfasts.
“I just love your Christmas lights!” Charlie exclaimed.
“Dad said they looked tacky,” I told Charlie with a chuckle.
“Don’t you pay no attention to Mr. Perfect!” Charlie replied smiling.
Charlie thought they were tacky, too. I just know it. He was just being nice.
Charlie was soon gone leaving us heathens to fend for ourselves. Maggie ate her sausage and went and buried her biscuit halves in the backyard as usual. Her nose was all muddy when she came back inside after both trips. I called dad and asked if I could come over after breakfast. He welcomed me over the phone. He was eating his sausage biscuit and drinking his senior coffee when I arrived. We got to talking about how I used to lead the local Methodist church choir when our music director went out of town.
“That’s amazing you could do that back then with all your social phobias,” dad said.
“I used could kill Mrs. Adcock for doing that to me!” I replied with a laugh. “I’d be a nervous wreck. Rachel (ex-wife) got me in all that mess.”
“We need to order your Newegg Christmas tomorrow,” dad then said. “What are you getting?”
“A Gigabyte Radeon Vega 64 video card, some blue lighted fans for my computer case, and a big pack of recordable DVDs,” I replied. “Oh, and a 4K ultra high definition compatible HDMI cable.”
Old Fuss and Feathers had no clue what I was talking about and told me so.
“Be sure to email Matt (pharmacy computer guru) when you get home,” he told me. “We’ll try to get it ordered tomorrow. Call me at the pharmacy and remind me.”
He better bet I will. This will be the first time I will own and install a tier one and also a company flagship video card. I just pray it will work in my computer. They recommend at least a 750 watt power supply and that’s exactly what I’ve got in my main gaming rig. I am going to be just squeaking by on that requirement.
Sharyn Bellah said...
You know, I had been concerned with the amount of hours you were working. And paid or not, you were working. Very rarely does a volunteer work THAT many hours. Maybe you did take on too much. You had intended on a nice volunteer job a couple of days a week maybe half a day. What you got was 40+ hours a week. Plus a volunteer almost never has a key and to be asked to "open the shop", is over the top.
If you go back, you should (in writing) map out what a Volunteer's Job really is. In CA, Volunteers aren't allowed to clean cages, for instance. You could help Miss Barbara get a handle on what a volunteer is and what they should do. This would be helpful for future volunteers too.
And, oh yeah, you got rid of Tut; even if you never volunteer again, you got rid of Tut. (What happened to her man, Richard?)
Sharyn, I agree. Mrs. Barbara was asking too much of me and it is a hard and dirty job. Also, it is a long drive spanning three cities and Old Fuss and Feathers was having to pay for the gas to and fro not even factoring in the wear and tear on my car. For some reason, he insists on paying for my gas. I will keep your thoughts in mind when they hire someone new to do my job and when I decide what to do about my volunteering capacity. I think I am going to stay on volunteering and see how things go. That would thrill Tracy to death. Just in a limited capacity.
“Sweet pea, I just my foot in my mouth big time yesterday,” she told me. “I apologize. I certainly don’t have the gift of the gab.”
“I understand,” I replied. “I acted rashly on my part as well. Barbara, frankly, I am just burned out of cleaning those kennels.”
“Will you volunteer until I can hire someone else?” she asked. “Nobody but you would do that job for free.”
“I would be glad to,” I replied.
“I am so sorry honey and I never told you how much of a godsend you’ve been for us. I wish I could have paid you for all those countless days you worked.”
“Well, I will see you bright and early Monday,” I told her cutting things short.
“Thank you so much, honey!” Barbara replied and we got off the phone.
So I am basically putting in my two weeks notice until Barbara can find someone to take my position. I called Tracy and filled her in on my and Barbara’s conversation tonight. She feels better, but she doesn’t want me to go.
“It is not going to be the same working there anymore,” Tracy told me over the phone. “To see your smiling face when I get there in the morning.”
“We’ll see,” I said. “Who knows? I could just drop down to two days a week like I originally intended and might stay on volunteering in a limited capacity. I just need a break that’s all. Something to lighten the load.”
“Let Barbara hire somebody to do the dogs and you can come in and help me with the cats,” Tracy replied exploring ideas.
“We’ll see,” I replied. “I promise you there will be an amicable ending that’s best for everyone involved.”
It is a dreary day here. it is pouring rain and it is also 42° degrees. You’d catch the death of you if you were out in this weather for very long. Dad called this morning and said Charlie was coming for breakfast. He wanted me to come too. I hurriedly dressed and braved the horrid weather to reach my father’s house. Dad cooked poached eggs, bacon, and homemade biscuits. Charlie and I agreed it was an extraordinary breakfast. We were all full of banter and good cheer afterwards. Dad jokingly said he needs to feed us more often if that was going to be the end result.
Charlie got his TV fixed. It was still under warranty and a serviceman came out and installed a new power supply motherboard saving me the trouble. He was thrilled to death to have it back working. I didn’t envy that serviceman’s job as there were at least fifty screws on the back of that TV that had to be taken out to get to the inside of the television. Things tend to work out best in the end.
Well, I quit volunteering today. You can take this volunteer position and shove it because I don’t volunteer here anymore. Mrs. Barbara made a very snide remark about my being late and I turned around and drove home. The reason I was late was that there was a bad wreck on 29 and traffic was backed up. Tracy briskly walked out to the car with me trying to get me to change my mind, but my mind was made up. I was burned out anyway and needed a break. I am going to rest a few weeks and maybe see if the Literacy Center needs any more volunteers. Mrs. Barbara keeps trying to get me on the phone, but I am not answering. I am a sensitive fellow and her words hurt me. Now, she will have to hire someone else to do the job and maybe this will get her off that damn computer and make her butt clean for a change.
I was just in one of those rare aggressive moods of mine today. Tuleana called wanting a ride at lunch. Her food stamps had been replenished. The phone had already rung several times starting as soon as I got home.
“I’m not carrying you damn anywhere. If you keep calling me then I pressing harassment charges. You are about to drive me nuts!”
I hung up the phone abruptly and she hasn’t called back thank goodness. I hope I put an end to that monkey business.
If you’ve read me a long time then you know my penchant for winter weather. We have a line of snow showers headed this way and might see a flake or two. The National Weather Service says there will be no accumulations, but I am excited none the less. It probably won’t get here until after midnight, but I am going to stay up and wait for it. I just called my father and Tracy spreading the good news.
Edit – I spoke too soon. It looks like the line of snow showers is fading as they hit drier air south.
No amorous affairs last night. Tracy was just exhausted after a busy and full day yesterday. She was just glad to have me as company. I was running late last night and didn’t arrive until 9:30 pm my time. I called Tracy on the drive to Opelika and told her to go ahead and order the pizza – that I would be there in about 20 minutes. We ate pizza and Tracy then fell asleep on the couch full and satiated. It tickled me when Wheezy got up on her curvaceous hip and took a nap as well.
Nothing good was on TV last night even though Tracy has every channel they offer so I got on my tablet and tried countless different blog templates until I found one I liked. I get tired of the same old template and have to change from time to time.
12 am my time rolled around and I woke Tracy encouraging her to go to bed. She followed me to the bedroom and we both put on our sleeping clothes. Sleeping on Tracy’s bed is like sleeping on a sea of feathers. It is so very soft. I usually wake up with a sore neck and back, but fared well last night. I was asleep about the time my head hit the pillow. All I remember is Tracy cuddling up against me and I was gone.
Tracy warmed up some cream cheese and cherry Danishes for breakfast this morning which were fresh and delicious. We were both groggy and sleepy eyed, though. We were also very quiet and not saying much. Tracy and I are both not morning people.
“I envy you,” she said. “You don’t have to work today.”
“I am heading home and getting on the computer,” I told her delicately with a Cheshire grin.
I hadn’t put up that photo of my Christmas lights on the blog for ten minutes when my father called me.
“Your lights look good!” he told me. “I just drove by to look at them.”
We talked for a few moments. He was glad I was getting in the spirit of things and not showing my usual apathy about the holidays as he put it. I hadn’t got off the phone but for a few moments when Tracy called. She was crying and sniffling. She sounded like a total mess.
“I think I bit off more than I can chew with school and work,” she told me crying. “I am so burned out and finals are coming up.”
“Don’t think of it as a whole,” I told her. “Just take it one day at a time. That’s what they always said in Alcoholics Anonymous about quitting drinking. In just a few short weeks you will have your holiday break and things will seem much better. You will be proud to have accomplished what you’ve done.”
I realized I sounded like my father when he gives one of his lectures to me when I am down and out. The sniffling and crying soon stopped and Tracy said she felt much better after talking to me.
“You can do it!” I told her. “Just hang in there. One day at a time.”
“I want to see you other than work. When can I see you next?”
“I will drive down tomorrow night and stay with you,” I replied.
“I'll order your favorite pizza!” she said.
“Sounds like a deal,” I told her happily. “I will see you bright and early in the morning and I expect a kennel kiss.”
She giggled loudly and giddily and told me to get ready for a whopper of a kiss.
“I love you, you know that?” Tracy said.
“I love you, too, sweetheart,” I replied.
Tuleana let my home phone ring four times yesterday. It was getting late so I answered the last call breaking the two ring rule. Shit I muttered under my breath as I was caught in Tuleana’s web. She wanted me to take them to get groceries when her food stamps were replenished. I told her I wasn’t driving that far and to call her sister or mother very brusquely. She doesn’t like her sister to do it because she charges them $20 dollars for a ride. I quickly hung up the phone. It is like I have this pestilence hovering over my head. I guess I am going to have to get ugly and it goes against my very nature.
I got out this afternoon and started hanging lights everywhere. It’s got that spider’s web look going for it. Tracy will be excited to see this. She will probably laugh. lol
It got bad reviews on Newegg (2 out of 5 eggs), but it seems the bad reviews came from novices that didn’t know what they were doing.
SONY Cyber-shot W800 digital camera
I didn’t buy much of a way as far as things to eat. I just mainly got breakfast foods for when Tracy stays over and sandwich fixins. Dad fussed a little bit about it but I assured him things were fine. The total was still $61 dollars despite what little bit I got. I got plenty of cheese on wheat crackers and peanut butter which I live on these days. I also got a big pack of smoked sliced turkey and a loaf of Sunbeam old fashioned bread. My big expenditure and splurge was two eight packs of lemon/lime Gatorade. Each bottle only has 140 calories which is far short of sugary soda. I get so tired of drinking copious amounts of water all the time.
I was also thinking of my Magster tonight. She gets so tired of eating just Purina One so I got her some of those Nekot lemon crème cookies to eat. I will only give them to her sparingly, but she loves them. It makes for a happy and content dog. She has a sweet tooth like her owner.
That’s right. We have twenty dogs in the kennels right now and it makes my job that much harder. I started cleaning at nine and didn’t finish until one. I had to work over today. I was pooped out by the time quitting time rolled around. I kept hoping for some adoptions today, but few people stopped by to look in the kennels. I want them all to find their forever home. We have a very mötley crüe in residence at the moment – all kinds of dogs.
“Don’t forget to take your medications,” Tracy said when twelve arrived.
I like to see her play an active role in my recovery. I had them in a pill bottle in my pocket. I thanked her and went into the bathroom and poured me a cup of water. I began to feel much better on the drive home. Less fatigued and busy minded. My medications quiet the noise in my head. Tracy gave me a kiss goodbye and said she wished she could come home with me.
“We could nap all afternoon and laze in the bed,” she told me wistfully. “I really need a nap and a cuddle badly. I am so drowsy!”
Alas, Tracy had to stay on and work until six this evening. I hated to leave her, but I was ready to get home to my Magster. I was also starving and stopped by Wendy’s on my way back to mi casa and got Maggie and I a double/w cheese. Last night’s was so good I had to get another. Maggie will eat everything but the pickles.
Despite eating such fattening food lately (sparsely), I was able to fit back into my flannel scotch patterned pajamas last night. It was luxurious. I was overjoyed and Charlie remarked upon how much weight I have lost yesterday evening. I’ve been losing about one pound a week lately.
I have an allowance now. I feel like some kind of child or a teenager to be honest, but I was glad to get it. Old Fuss and Feathers decided to give me $40 a week (after I begged him).
“The first sign of drinking and I am taking it away,” he told me last night very sternly.
“I won’t let you down,” I told him giddy with glee.
I feel as if I won the lottery to put it frankly. It was a big step for my father, but I have worked hard for it staying on the straight and narrow and religiously taking my medications. I told him I could find a way to drink if I wanted to money or not. Charlie was in my corner last night about it telling my father to trust me. This opens the door to Charlie giving me money from time to time again. I always vehemently refuse, but he insists. Before dad took control of my disability money, Charlie would always give me $20 when he saw me as a gift.
“We were caught in the drive-thru from hell,” Charlie told me.
“I got to thinking y’all had a car accident,” I replied.
I had ordered Wendy’s (a double/w cheese) tonight and thought that might have been the hang up, but it wasn’t. It was that dastardly KFC who always gets orders wrong and has a slow drive-thru. I’ve deemed them the screwiest KFC in the South. Horsefly has to have their chicken tenders thus the reason Charlie and Papa put themselves through that every week. They consistently cause problems.
Maggie was really “talking” to Charlie and Papa tonight. It always warms my heart when she does that. She was so excited she was almost beside herself. She doesn’t get to see them nearly enough as she wants to.
It has been a quiet day other than tonight’s little SNAFU. Charlie brought breakfast about 9 am – three sausage biscuits and a diet Coke. I drove over to my father’s house after finishing breakfast. He had his Christmas tree up and lit and I helped him decorate it. It really looked beautiful. Dad inherited mom’s beautiful ornaments and decorations. I always get a live tree so I have to wait until mid December to get my Christmas tree as they dry out so easily. I am hoping Kroger sells Christmas lights so I can decorate my shrubbery and step railing tomorrow night after we buy groceries. My neighbors across the street are putting on a grand show with lights and Christmas icons that are projected on the side of their house.
Would I look like a fool if I started back writing tomorrow? I miss writing deeply. It was cathartic to my soul. I was rash in announcing my absence. I realize now after a day that blogging was such a good and creative outlet for me. I didn’t realize I would miss it so much!
I don’t write this lightly. I’ve decided I am going to take a break from blogging. I write this so nobody will worry about me thinking something awful has happened. I just need a break that’s all. I will probably miss it and be back in a few short weeks or a month or two. I assure you nothing’s wrong and nothing bad has happened. I am just feeling burned out. I will write to you all again in just a few weeks.
