I Never Said I Was Cajun…

“Popeye's is having a seafood festival this week,” dad told me. “Or you can have a Whopper like your mother.” “I just don’t like that Cajun crab boil taste that all Louisiana cooking entails,” I replied with a queasy stomach. During all of this and the medication ritual, Charlie took it upon himself to start folding the warm clothes in my dryer as I had just finished a load. I also washed and dried Maggie’s feeding station towel.  Dad patted me on the back with a smile for doing that. Maggie seemed pleased as well and began crunching on tonight’s nibbles about as fast as dad could put her bowl down. An Animated Film for Adults… My favorite movie critic gave a Japanese animated film 4 stars out of 4.  He said it was a wonderful film to see. The closest I can find it in theaters is Columbus Georgia, though, which is about an hour drive from the Valley. Mom didn’t act too enthusiastic as well because it was animated.  I don’t want to go alone, but it is looking like I may have to. It is based in WWII Japan and centers around the development of the much feared Japanese Zero fighter plane – considered to be one of the best warplanes to be built during WWII.        

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - March 9, 2014 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs