Like a Ship at Port…

I gave mom and I a soft landing today at the bookstore this morning. Mom can move faster than I can and I am not using a cane. Mom paid for some books and ordered some more. I stood to the side and coveted several pair of JVC headphones. “Your daddy said we need to buy these books online to save money, but I like the experience of going to the bookstore and eating out afterwards,” my mother told me. I agreed with mom. I was excited about getting a chance to do this again. Mom and I left the bookstore and ate at Jim Bob’s chicken fingers. I got the 12 wings which was the special of the day and mom got a Greek salad. Then we drove next door to Sonic where I ordered mom a Butterfinger blast and I got a large chocolate shake. Our carhop was just thrilled that I tipped her three dollars and let it be known. I told mom that 3 bucks wouldn’t even buy you a gallon of gas these days. I brought three wings home for Maggie in a doggy bag. The wings were bathed in a mild sauce so Maggie didn’t hesitate to dig in.  She was one happy dog.

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - November 12, 2013 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs