Mind the Arrival Time…

Charlie brought medications and supper tonight.  I was sound asleep when Maggie went nuts at his arrival.  I hurriedly put on some clothes and answered the door. I got a Whopper with onion rings and a large sweet tea. Charlie is going to be taking good care of me for a few weeks it seems as my father will be gone to the beach the week after next with his cousins as well. “Try some of that onion ring sauce I put in your bag,” Charlie said. “It is really spicy, but oh so good.” It was very spicy and tongue biting with a very, very strong hint of horseradish. It was like chicken finger rooster sauce on steroids. My brother and his children flew in last night from San Diego.  My father was so excited as he left last night to pick them up at the airport.  He doesn’t get to see his grandchildren on the west coast very often.  Today, they went to my sister’s house for a cookout. I would go if it were a family only affair, but my father will invite everyone including their grandmother to this event. The hermit shall stay in his hermitage today.

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - July 26, 2014 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs