The 4th Avenue Blues...

Diagnosis Today!

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Quixote) — Mon, 08 Jun 2015 13:16:00 +0000

Well, my father just called and we are leaving at 11:30am to head to the doctor. sniff sniff. At least we will eat a good lunch somewhere. That gives me some consolation.

Head Shrink Time…

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Quixote) — Mon, 08 Jun 2015 11:17:00 +0000

I think I go to the psychiatrist this morning. That was one of the main reasons I got a haircut yesterday was to get me presentable for this visit. I did my laundry as well to give me something to wear that looks decent. I pray it is not today and I will make that fateful call to find out in a couple of hours when my father gets up this morning. He will sleep until around 9am to 10am. Everybody pray that it is not today. I need your mojo.

I thought about asking my psychiatrist if he believed I could take control of my medications and take them in the mornings. Dad will completely, completely freak out on me, though. I can just imagine that cold, quiet ride back from Auburn this morning as my father’s anger increases and then boils over as he lashes out at me. I guess I’ve got to grow a pair and stand up for myself.

Photo credit: http://clinicalpsychreading.blogspot.com/2013/05/nothing-is-funny-to-psychiatrist.html

Sleep All Night and Awake All Day…

I slept for most of the night again. I guess we are on a roll to me sleeping at night after sleeping in the day for months. My father wants me to get on a normal schedule as he told Charlie within earshot of me yesterday. I am going to miss that mental concentration, good feeling, and wellness I got staying up after taking my medications, though.

Photo credit: http://www.hikeformentalhealth.org/groundbreaking-discovery-of-how-sleep-plays-a-role-in-mental-illness/

WarCrack…

The game is actually called World of Warcraft and I am officially addicted to it. I am already at level 7 and the trial lasts until level 20. I am going to have to brave Wal-Mart for a game time card to continue soon. That strikes fear in my heart.

KFC Got it Right for a Change…

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Quixote) — Mon, 08 Jun 2015 03:08:00 +0000

I finally got some flavorful KFC fried chicken tonight. It left me hungry for more. I guess they do have 11 herbs and spices after all. I personally enjoy their cole slaw.

There were two biscuits in my KFC box that were cold. I warmed them in the microwave and ate them with butter and strawberry preserves. They actually turned out to be pretty delicious.

Horsefly got choked on one of his chicken fingers tonight again. It happens a lot and Charlie is always worried about it when Horsefly eats. Horsefly doesn’t chew his food well enough and he eats as if it is his last meal. .

The Haircut From Hell as my Father Puts it…

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Quixote) — Sun, 07 Jun 2015 23:44:00 +0000

Yes, Charlie has been by to wash my hair and cut it. He gave me the Horsefly special as he described it – nice, short, and neat.

Charlie brought me two cans of regular Coke and they were heaven after drinking those diet drinks for months now. Those were my reward. I drank one as Charlie cut my hair.

“I thought you might like that,” Charlie told me with a grin.

I sure wish dad was as altruistic as Charlie with surprises like that.

Charlie and my father are now off to rustle us up some grub. Charlie asked me what I wanted for supper and I said it didn’t matter to me as long as there was lots of it. I am starving with it being grocery day tomorrow. Charlie laughed.

We also got the medication ritual out of the way. Dad carefully watched as I took all 12 pills with a glass of cold water lest some drop and not get taken. I will be floating on cloud 9 in about 30 minutes. I love to feel extraordinary.

Photo Credit: http://www.todayifoundout.com/index.php/2013/10/bloody-history-barber-pole/

Now He Knows What Withdrawal is Like…

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Quixote) — Sun, 07 Jun 2015 16:46:00 +0000

Dad called me about 11:30pm last night.

“The power just went out and came back on, and now my cable box is not working,” he told me mournfully. “I’m desperate. Will you come over here and see if you can fix my television?”

My power blinked as well with a large boom heard in the distance.

“Dad, I am still too woozy from my medications to drive,” I replied.

Dad had arrived with medications at 10pm.

“Your voice does sound a little slurred and shaky.”

“I’ll go get him, Johnny,” my mother said in the background equally jonesing for her TV fix.

Dad drove over and picked me up. The box was fried. I got the cable box from my sister’s old bedroom and hooked it up to the big Samsung in the den. It took the box about 20 minutes to initialize and search for channels and then dad had TV again. I was beginning to sweat there for a minute myself as dad asked me what was taking so long. My reputation as the consumer electronics Mr. Fixit was on the line.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he said excitedly as he heartedly patted me on the back.

I bet dad has thanked me ten times since last night. He wont turn off the TV for fears it might not come on again. lol He is now down at Marvin’s picking out flowers for his yard.

Photo credit: http://non-productive.com/blog/2010/04/14/cancelled-before-their-time-knock-on-wood/broken-tv/

The Long Wait…

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Quixote) — Sun, 07 Jun 2015 11:56:00 +0000

I managed to sleep the whole night through amazingly. I grew so sleepy around midnight so I laid down and went sound asleep. I woke up this morning at 6am. Maybe I can stay up and try to get on a normal schedule again. My internal clock will probably want to go back to bed at noon, though. It is probably for the best. I hate that long afternoon wait for my father to arrive.

Charlie will be here soon with sausage biscuits. Last week, he arrived before nine which was nice. I wonder if he will be here so early this week? I already said the name Charlie to Maggie so she is in the window behind the couch keeping an eye out.

Call Me Scrappy!

My father is a fighter through and through. One time Charlie and my father got in a big fight down at the pharmacy. Dad punched Charlie in the mouth for something he said that was biting.

“Dammit John! I fight with my mouth and you fight with your fists!” is what dad said Charlie told him.

Well, I was talking to my father about what has recently happened on my blog last night during the medication ritual.

“Fight!!!” my father decreed. “Give them holy hell back. Don’t tuck your tail in and run. You give them a run for their money. Find out their internet information, what was said, and give it to their Internet company.”

Now, I’ve got to find an application for blogs that records the IP address and location of these varmints. This guy was the main guy trying to blackmail me via email… Ken Bordie k.bordie@aol.com

Freedom of Speech?

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Quixote) — Sat, 06 Jun 2015 15:11:00 +0000

I was moderating comments a moment ago and one comment read, “So much for freedom of speech…” I didn’t read the rest and happily deleted that vitriolic tripe as I chuckled. I will say this, though, there is a big difference between freedom of speech and harassment and that is what has been going on.

Breakfast With My Sister and Family…

I drove over to get my sodas earlier and my sister and her husband are here for the weekend. It is my sister’s 20th year high school reunion. They were all sitting down to breakfast and invited me in. Dad cooked a big pan of biscuits that we all ate with strawberry preserves, sausage and bacon. Charlie was there and guess what he was doing? Yep, cleaning up the kitchen. The man never sits down.

“I am cutting your hair tomorrow night so be ready,” he told me.

“Don’t wash your hair!” Charlie then exclaimed. “I can cut it better when it is dirty.”

In my hand, as I left, was a big bag of sodas and three Helen to-go meals. I was a happy man.

Helen’s Soul Food Fridays…

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Quixote) — Sat, 06 Jun 2015 07:26:00 +0000

Helen cooked fried pork chops, colored butterbeans, Brussels sprouts, and mac and cheese yesterday. Do you think she put enough mac and cheese on my plate? I was thrilled to get it and I cleaned my plate as well.

Comment Replies…

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Quixote) — Sat, 06 Jun 2015 02:21:00 +0000

glittermom said...

You shouldn’t have limited your viewers....just leave it an open blog anyone can view....and take the good with the bad....
June 5, 2015 at 10:07 AM

Andrew replied…

That’s is just what I did glittermom. I opened up the blog with moderated comments.

Anonymous said...

Hi Andrew! I love reading your blog and I hope you don't quit. What happened in the past is just that - the past! Have a wonderful weekend and keep on keepin' on :) Terri
June 5, 2015 at 10:16 AM

Andrew replied…

Thank you for the kind words Terri. I don’t plan on quitting anytime soon.

Jan said...

I check on you every morning and would certainly be disappointed if you stopped blogging. You're like one of my extended family...or as my late husband used to call them, one of my invisible friends!
I'm having a great day, got to see my 3 month old grandson and my 3 month old corgi puppy (her name is Shirley) greeted me like a long lost friend when I came home.
Hope your day is great too!
Jan

Jan,

Thank you! You have been a stalwart friend over the years. I’ll try to have you a post to read in the morning.
June 5, 2015 at 10:32 AM

Christina said...

Why is the number of visitors important? Do you write your blog for ego attention or for your love of connection and creative expression?
June 5, 2015 at 11:04 AM

Christina…

Mostly for the love of connection and creative expression, but it is nice for people to read as well. It gives it much more purpose. It allows other people to add content to the blog.

Rita Mosquita said...

I know that there are a couple of people who have been leaving comments that are completely horrible.
I would hope that you are blogging for you.
I know I have been here for a long time, and have read back from the beginning. I love reading your blog and your daily happenings.
I suggest that you make comments moderated and only publish the ones that are respectful of you. Don't let haters have room to post their vile, hateful remarks. Every blogger gets haters. Every person has haters. Your readership will come back, and those that don't, are not your friends anyway. The ones that matter are the ones who are there for you through thick and thin!
Please keep blogging.

Rita, thanks for the advice. I just did what you suggested and we will see how things go and thanks for being a “blog old-timer”. You are a valued friend.
June 5, 2015 at 12:48 PM

small said...

It's the quality of your readership that matters. Not quantity.
You have a set of long-term, happy readers who believe in you.

Thank you, small!
June 5, 2015 at 2:00 PM

Berryvox said...

Definitely keep on blogging. Everybody makes a mistake or two and it honestly wasn't that big a deal (in my opinion).

Berryvox, I am soldiering ever onwards.
June 5, 2015 at 2:44 PM

Ivy Green said...

Keep writing. Your episode reminded me of the sensation surrounding James Frey and the revelation that his best-selling memoir, "A Million Little Pieces" was mostly fiction. Mr. Frey apologized, survived the controversy, and went on to a successful writing and publishing career.

Andrew replied. Thanks Ivy for the encouragement.
June 5, 2015 at 3:48 PM

amelia said...

Keep on blogging!!

Yes Ma’am!!!!!
June 5, 2015 at 3:54 PM

Sharyn Thornbury said...

Still here! I don't remember how long ago I found you. You were still with that girl, Rita? Long before your attempt at "normal" life with Walmart, Stacy, Caramel and The Lawn Biz. I too go back and read the old posts. I often wonder if Clara is still sober and doing well. What ever happened to the old crowd? Yes, life has calmed down for all of us...But I still love you!

Sharyn, I wonder about the old gang as well. Those were my wild days – drinking and raising hell. I would have had a few drinks and raised some hell myself in my comment section fighting off the vitriolic comments back in those days. I thought I was bullet proof! I love you, too!!!
June 5, 2015 at 7:10 PM

Down in the Dumps Over the SNAFU...

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Quixote) — Fri, 05 Jun 2015 12:42:00 +0000

Geez, I certainly made a mess of my journal, didn't I? I certainly screwed the pooch. I've been blogging since 2001 and it now all seems a waste -- those thousands and thousands of journal entries (16279 posts on this blog not counting the others). It has given me the funks this morning as well. Do I continue on? Only seven people visited my blog yesterday. I guess they are the only ones one sought me out to read and who really care. I was just a novelty to all those hundreds of other readers who visited every day. I guess I asked for it playing fast and loose with what I wrote on the blog. I am getting what I deserve. I do hope in all regards that there is no more drama. You're getting the unadulterated truth from now on.

Are you having a good day? I do sincerely hope so and thank you for stopping by. We all have lots of things to be thankful for I do believe. I do especially despite what's happened lately. It could've gotten and been a lot worse.

Call Back the Cavalry...

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Quixote) — Thu, 04 Jun 2015 11:22:00 +0000

I think I am going to cancel taking Maggie to the Vet today. We will just go tomorrow after my mother's hair appointment. I am feeling really panicky and nervous this morning for some reason. The horrors of all horrors would be that Maggie got away from my mother and I, and we couldn't catch her. That thought makes me even more nervous. Every time I take Maggie out that front door is a big gamble. I was gung ho about taking her after talking to dad last night. Some of that exuberance has faded this morning.

"Dad?" I asked as I just called my father. "Tell mom we will just take Maggie after her hair appointment tomorrow morning."

"What's wrong?" he asked genuinely concerned.

"I've just got some of my mental illness stuff going on this morning," I replied.

"Okay," he said. "You realize this is going to set off her OCD and obsessive compulsiveness? She's going to call you ten times!"

I weakly chuckled. Dad said he would also put my sodas on the back porch for me to pick up when I am feeling better today.

You're Going to the Veterinarian...

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Quixote) — Thu, 04 Jun 2015 00:56:00 +0000

I sense a disturbance in the force!

It is good veterinarian is not in Maggie's lexicon of words, but that's what I told her a moment ago. Her ear infection is back with a vengeance and her skin has a rash on her chest which I have been treating with Neosporin. Maggie's healthcare is like fighting little brush fires that pop up from time to time. If you don't catch them early, they grow to be wildfires.

"We'll leave her overnight," my mother told me over the phone. "Is it okay with your daddy?"

"He was just here with my medications and he said to take her," I replied to my mother.

I told my mother I would pick her up at 10am in the morning. We will go in my car so my mother doesn't have to drive us out there.

Hot Dog Supper...

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Quixote) — Thu, 04 Jun 2015 00:05:00 +0000

Mom called me about 6pm. I was seminally awake, but just lying in the bed as Maggie snored next to me and barked in her sleep.

"Let's have a hot dog supper!" she said in a eureka moment. "Do you want me to go buy the groceries?"

"No," I told my mother sternly. "Let me take a shower and I will go get the fixings."

Visions of my mother running over stop signs, killing pedestrians and careening into other cars went through my mind.

I ambled over to Kroger after a hot shower and got some Hebrew National franks, buns, and sauerkraut. I also got a big bag of sour cream and onion potato chips and a small yellow onion. Mom was at my house when I returned home from the grocery store.

"I really appreciate you doing this," my mother told me. "I was craving a good hot dog."

I diced the onion and boiled the franks. Soon, we were sitting at my kitchen table eating our impromptu meal. Mom and I both had two hot dogs they tasted so good.

The Boom Heard Around the Neighborhood...

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Quixote) — Wed, 03 Jun 2015 14:07:00 +0000

I was sitting in this chair about 5am this morning when I heard a huge deafening sonic boom and then everything went pitch dark except for the glow of my computer monitors. The power transformer up the street had blown and sparks were flying everywhere. I struggled to find my flashlight. Maggie seemed excited about the whole affair. I assume she was glad to have some peace and quiet in this house where I always have some kind of noise going on unless we are sleeping.

I finally found my flashlight and located my cell phone and called the city power outage hotline. In the next ten minutes, the power was back on. I assume they rerouted power through another transformer.

I have UPS'es (uninterruptable power supplies) on both my computers so when the power went out they orderly and automatically shut down and turned themselves off using battery power. Sometimes, a power outage as sudden as that can wreak havoc on a computer.

Do you have a power outage contingency plan? I do and it is an iPad, fully charged, with several movies downloaded to it that I haven't watched yet. That, or read books and magazines via candlelight.

Tis the Day of the Injection and All was Amiss…

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Quixote) — Tue, 02 Jun 2015 10:04:00 +0000

Well, I spent $77 dollars grocery shopping last night. Dad adamantly insisted that I get some Marrie Callendar meals. I got two chicken tender and macaroni and cheese meals, two sweet and sour chicken meals, and two chicken pot pies. I also managed to get 4 large Hershey's milk chocolate bars and that was the first thing I ate after I got my groceries squared away. It was delicious with an icy cold glass of milk. Soon, I also had a big pot of spaghetti meat sauce cooking by midnight as well. "Lunch" was served about 4am this morning.

Dad reminded me that my injection of Risperdal is due this morning. I told him to call me at 8am to make sure I was up and going. I've gotten the bad habit of dozing off in my Laz-E-Boy in front of this computer for a few hours at a time.

I beat Albert Odyssey: The Legend of Eldean a moment ago. It took me 57 hours of gameplay to do it. I did a lot of grinding which is gamer speak for fighting monsters or foes over and over for experience points to gain levels. There is just some kind of bittersweet feeling when you beat a game you so enjoyed playing. In a good RPG, I get attached to the characters. I have almost finished Lunar: The Silver Star Story as well and have about 50 gameplay hours invested in that game. I started playing Grandia for the Sony PlayStation and Shining the Holy Ark for the Sega Saturn this morning.

Yay for Grocery Day!

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Quixote) — Mon, 01 Jun 2015 14:20:00 +0000

Yummy Creamy Milk Chocolate

I am trying to think what to get tonight. I know I want to make salmon croquettes this week. I also want my spaghetti and meat sauce for yet another week. I am going to get tired of it if I keep eating it like I am. I also want some milk chocolate bars. Preferably six large Hershey bars which will be $12 dollars -- gotta watch those dollars.

"What's this big change in you?" dad asked me last night. "You've never been big on candy."

I just shrugged my shoulders without an answer or explanation.

Visitors From Inner Space...

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Quixote) — Mon, 01 Jun 2015 07:56:00 +0000

I couldn't figure out why Maggie was whining yesterday noonish. She had food and water, and her dog door wasn't locked. I made preparations for bed when I realized that was what Maggie wanted. It was time to turn down the thermostat low, put on some pajamas, and head to bed. Maggie sure is smarter that I give her credit for. She knows the routines. She curled up happily by my side once I got situated in the bed.

I was abruptly awakened many hours later with Charlie and my father loudly knocking on my front door. The cavalry had arrived. I looked at my alarm clock and it was 9:00pm. I pulled on some shorts as Maggie went flying off the bed furiously barking and ready to greet them.

Dad and I underwent the medication ritual as Charlie furiously cleaned my kitchen. Dad was ready to go, but Charlie had decided to mop the kitchen floor and my laundry room. Dad rolled his eyes at me as we both sat back on the couch and watched some Forensic Files.

Dad once again dropped one of my Klonopin during the hand to hand transfer process. It rolled under the couch again. Later, I got out my flashlight and found over three Klonopin that had clandestinely slipped through our hands.

"Dammit!" he exclaimed. "They are like little Houdinis."

I know I shouldn't complain, but my KFC supper was mediocre at best. I had a fried drumstick and two fried thighs and they once again tasted bland and flavorless. Where are the eleven herbs and spices? I warmed the now cold biscuit up in the microwave and ate it with some little packs of Popeye's honey. That was the highlight of my meal.

Alex, I will Take Caffeine for $1000…

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Quixote) — Sun, 31 May 2015 08:40:00 +0000

I haven’t bought one of my beloved Sobe citrus orange drinks in a very long time. I headed to Circle K a moment ago to buy one. I was surprised when the prices of the drinks had gone down to 69 cents. My drink cost me 76 cents and it was 32oz.

A lady cop was propped up against the railing just outside the store when she remarked to me that I must be cold. It was a chilly morning and I had on only a t-shirt and shorts. We also had a very heavy dew this morning. My shoes were wet by the time I reached my car.

"I'm fine," I replied to the sweet policewoman as I smiled. "I just live up the hill from here. This is going to be a quick visit."

I knew the clerk. Her mother went to high school with me. Evelyn, the mother, was cute and all her girls have turned out to be lookers. I wondered to myself what she was doing working the 3rd shift at Circle K.

I Like it when it is Like That!

Charlie just has left. I think this was his earliest visit ever at 8:30am. Charlie gave me three bacon, egg, and cheese biscuits, a hash-brown, and a large orange juice for breakfast. Maggie and I hungrily scarfed down our food. The gluttonous Maggie soon finished her biscuit and then wanted some of mine, too!

Now, Charlie doesn't have much hair and he was wanting me to brag on the haircut he got from the barber downtown. All I could say was that it looked great.

"I am cutting your hair next," Charlie told me. "It may be tonight when I bring you your fried chicken."

Living the Nocturnal Life...

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Quixote) — Sat, 30 May 2015 05:41:00 +0000

Well, it seems I am fully entrenched in sleeping during the day and staying up all night. I go to bed about noon and sleep until 8pm to 8:30pm. My father will soon arrive with my medications upon my waking which is nice. Each afternoon, when I slept at night, would grow progressively worse mental wise as the time went by. I would be a nervous, panicky basket case by the time my father arrived with my medications. That no longer happens.

Last night, I almost missed my father. He wasn't answering his cellphone for me to warn him that I was driving to his house pick up some things. I drove over to my parent's house to get my Helen to-go meals and my sodas. Dad arrived at my house and I was gone. He only had to wait a few minutes, though, and I returned. He was trying to find me with his phone. It is a ten-minute drive to my parent's house.

"I thought something bad had happened to you," he told me very worriedly. "You are always at home this time of the evening."

"Hunger and the lure of Helen's meals made me gamble I wouldn't miss you," I replied.

Helen's meal consisted of a pot roast with potatoes and carrots, English peas, black-eyed peas, and cornbread. Oh, and don't forget the pear salad, Andrew. Helen's roast was so very fork tender and delicious. The Magster enjoyed her chunk of roast beef as well Helen sent her.

My strange dog will only eat her kibble hand-delivered into my bedroom and dad remarked upon it last night. Dad got on to me for letting her dictate the terms as we gave her food and water last night after the medication ritual.

"She'll starve to death if I do that!" I replied in Maggie's defense.

Operation Chocolate…

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Quixote) — Tue, 26 May 2015 07:46:00 +0000

I got to seriously craving milk chocolate this morning around 2am so I headed to the Circle K. I had just woken up from a 3 hour nap. That, after sleeping all day as well. The poor lady manning the helm was trying to mop the floors and here I go all tracking in it. I apologized profusely as she gave me a weak smile. My main goal was just plain old Hershey’s milk chocolate bars, but I managed to impulsively buy some Reese’s peanut butter cups as well. I grabbed a big bottle of milk out of the cooler, paid, and headed back home. It certainly was a delicious treat with a cold glass of milk.

Grocery Shopping…

I got enough ingredients to make two batches of my spaghetti and meat sauce this week. One batch is in my crock pot right now and smells delicious. I am addicted to it at the moment and it is a comfort food. My father keeps wanting and urging me to buy the Marie Callendar’s meals as he says my kitchen stays cleaner when I don’t cook.

“You can’t keep all those pots and pans clean and washed when you try to do that,” he told me last night.

They can pile up in the sink (which drives my father crazy), but I am pretty good about washing them in a day or so. I’ve had it with those meals now that I have returned to cooking. I will occasionally get the Marie’s macaroni and cheese meals as they are delicious, but that is about it.

My odd purchase last night was trail mix. Sweet and salty. I just get a craving for that from time to time. That’s some pretty expensive stuff and my father commented about it as well.

Comments, Free Speech, and All That…

Feel free to add your two cents in the comments. I always hated how Kevin “The Homeless Guy” stifled free speech in his comments. It was almost like he had something to hide and he certainly disdained criticism which was due. I probably won’t read them until this all has calmed down some because they hurt so you will have to excuse me on that and please understand why.

Photo Credit: http://www.polyvore.com/hersheys_milk_chocolate_bars_36-piece/thing?id=69946687

http://www.eatliverun.com/spaghetti-with-meat-sauce/

Janice's Potato Salad!

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Quixote) — Mon, 25 May 2015 23:53:00 +0000

I think I have died and gone to heaven. Charlie fixed me a big plate of food and it had Janice’s potato salad on it. I adore a good potato salad and she makes the best. On the plate were also three hamburgers, doctored baked beans, a pasta salad, and potato chips.

If the radar is telling the truth, it is going to rain here for several hours. A good time to curl up with a good book or the iPad in the bed. It is freezing in here and my covers look so inviting.

Dad just has woken me with medications. He was gone as quick as he arrived. Maggie looked a little bit shell shocked at the shortness.

“You’re going to get yourself in a mess sleeping in the day,” he sternly told me as he was getting Maggie some fresh food.

“Let’s hope not!” I exclaimed as I stood at the sink filling Maggie’s very heavy ceramic water bowl.

Photo credit: http://resersfoodservice.com/product/homestyle-potato-salad/

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Shall it Thunder Down Yern Way?

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Quixote) — Mon, 25 May 2015 12:52:00 +0000

We have a 70 percent chance of thunderstorms today. That doesn’t bode promising for outdoor activities around these parts. Charlie will probably be grilling in the garage around noon. I am going to call my father when he gets up in another hour and find out what’s the game plan for Memorial Day.

Moments Later…

I just drove over to get my sodas and grocery day is still on thankfully. My father was standing on the porch watering his ferns when I asked if I could go debit some breakfast. “Kroger is open today.” That took a load off my mind because I have zero food in this house – absolute zero and I ain’t eating no dog food. One comfort I do have is a six pack of Sprite Zero which are getting cold in the freezer as I write this. (And I also got two chicken biscuits at the Chicken Quick as well. he he)

Colleen, the Real Lori…

About the time I started writing about Lori on the blog, I was communicating with a mentally ill woman named Colleen. She had the cats, lived in Auburn – the whole nine yards. We dated some and I needed a picture to show of this new girlfriend and still protect her anonymity, and I found several wet t-shirt photo of Heather Moore (Lori) looking for sexy librarians that led me to her photo bucket account. When I was writing of Lori, I was actually writing about Colleen. She turned out to be more than I could handle shortly, yet I wrongly continued on with the fabricated relationship on the blog. Like I said, It just kind of took on a life of its own.

A Whirlwind of a Visit…

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Quixote) — Mon, 25 May 2015 08:14:00 +0000

I was sound asleep when Maggie went flying off the bed about something really important. I looked up at the alarm clock and it read 8pm. Papa and Charlie had arrived and Maggie couldn’t wait until I let them in the door. She was barking so loudly I couldn’t hear myself think.

Charlie and my father didn’t dawdle at all. They were strictly business last night. Charlie quickly cleaned my kitchen as my father and I gave Maggie fresh food and water. Dad throws out what she doesn’t eat in her bowl and we waste so much dog food. Before all of this started we took my medications. Disaster struck when dad dropped my 1mg Klonopin and it rolled under the couch. I got a flashlight and found it nestled in a dust bunny.

It was unintended that I got Kentucky Fried Chicken last night and it was not very tasty. The original recipe chicken tasted bland and overly greasy. Oh well, the Magster and I ate it all up anyway. We were both very hungry souls last night. I wasn’t very judicious with my groceries this week. I am now subsisting on a 12 pack of Ramen noodles I bought last Monday.

I had thought Charlie was grilling hamburgers yesterday. I got that mixed up. He is grilling today over at the river house. I am debating on whether to go or not. My therapist would strongly urge me to have the practice – practice in the social ways of us humans.

Photo Credit: http://www.universityprimetime.com/top-20-best-ramen-noodle-dishes-college-kids-love/

http://www.grayflannelsuit.net/blog/a-fast-food-training-video-roundup

Grand Sunday Morning Biscuits…

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Quixote) — Sun, 24 May 2015 12:04:00 +0000

Yes, it is that time for yet another week when Charlie brings the Magster and I something to eat on Sunday mornings. Charlie is also grilling hamburgers at the river house today. He has a secret hamburger marinade that he closely guards. I know one ingredient is lots of Lea and Perrin’s Worcestershire sauce. I made the mistake of mentioning Charlie’s name to Maggie and she is already in the den window above the couch pining for him.

Medication Ritual 11pm…

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Quixote) — Sun, 24 May 2015 03:04:00 +0000

My father has just left leaving behind jovial sprits and good feelings. Maggie put on a very grand show worried he wasn’t coming tonight. She was pining for my father on the back porch. She was so relieved to see his car pull up to the curb in front of my house. It was getting late. What can I say? I love the man dearly and would never want to do anything to sully our relationship. I just grin and bear it. I don’t say anything and I guess it is for the best. I know he gets tired of having to do that every night for his 43 year old son. He has to have a life as well.

My own rituals abound around this one medication ritual as well. I always save three sodas to drink after I have taken my crazy meds. The acidic carbonation causes them to release quicker. About 30 minutes from now, my brain will be floating in chemicals it misses if I go too long without them. I grow calm, floaty, and can concentrate on my tasks.

I will remember you dearly. I can still smell the scent of her hair or the act of her wiping the lipstick from my lips after a kiss. The afternoon at the Chinese restaurant where the roach crossed our table and we couldn’t finish our meal is so indelibly etched upon my mind.. It was all so very real to me. That morning I had to make an emergency visit for her mental illness seems so tangible. The cats, the Dungeons and Dragons sessions. I can even remember the roll of the dice in my favor. The mind works in mysterious ways.