Modesto Meet Modesty…

“Are my Cokes on the back porch?” I asked my father this early afternoon. I did good today and called his cellphone as the landline will get my mother up and out of the bed.  That makes for a very unhappy Papa when I disturb the peace and quiet of Casa de Johnny. “I will put them right out,” my father replied, sounding in good spirits. I drove over and walked up the stairs to the porch to get my sodas,  My father had forgotten to put my cigarettes in the sack.  I timidly knocked on the back door and my father answered in his underwear! “Geez Dad!” I decreed laughing as he smiled. “Put on some clothes. You are just like your mother.” Dad gave me my cigarettes and sent me on my way oblivious to his half clothed state.  Winter? Exit Stage Left Please… It is beautiful here today.  There’s not a cloud in the sky and the sun is brightly shining amidst beautiful azure skies. You can feel its subtle warmth on your skin just as you can feel a warm breeze. The temperature is 75 degrees.  It is the first time in many months that the inside of my house is colder than outside the house.

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - March 2, 2014 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs