Beleaguered By the Cold…

I woke up very early this morning to use the bathroom.  I curiously went into my computer room to look at my wireless weather station after I shook the dew off my lily. I took a gander and it was showing 26 degrees outside. It doesn’t get much colder than that in the Deep South folks. A little later in the morning, braving the cold, I hurried over to my parent’s house to get my sodas and cigarettes for the day.  I was expecting to find some frozen and burst colas. My sodas were fine thank goodness due to some good thinking on my father’s part. When I got home, my car still hadn’t warmed up and the thermostat to the radiator still hadn’t opened. Set Free… Mom has always officially done the grocery shopping for mine and their households. She’s done these official tasks for years. Mom was telling me this morning that my father told her she didn’t have to do those chores anymore. He would do the shopping. She said she had mixed feelings about it. She wants to feel needed. I told her not to look a gift horse in the mouth. I then told her she had done her duty long enough to earn some freedom from those chores.

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - November 13, 2013 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs