Nitpicking the Worrisome Little Bits of Life…

My father was just over here for the medication ritual. I requested for him to come early and he willingly did. My mother was nagging him about it as well. I guess he was feeling guilty after last night. He had just left the nursing home after visiting with my great aunt. “Is Charlie and Janice going tonight?” I asked my father timidly fishing for information. “He is staying home and making sure you and Maggie get a bite to eat tonight,” my father told me. “We are eating birthday cake and vanilla ice-cream tomorrow night and he is going to be there for your mother’s birthday party.” I selfishly sighed with relief.  I’ve grown quite fond of our Sunday evening family feeding sessions. I also told my father I wanted a store bought birthday cake with white cake and white icing. Your Wish is my Command… “I am sick and tired of having a shitty little computer,” my father told me as we sat on my couch. “I am going to buy another one this week.” I broke out into a healthy Cheshire grin. “I can build you a mind blowingly fast computer for $1000,” I told him. Dad kind of winced – he doesn’t want to spend that kind of money. He also wants a factory warranty. “I was thinking of the $600 dollar range,” he told me. “I am just warning you,” I told him. “You get what you pay for especially with computers.”

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - March 23, 2014 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs