No Show at the Show…

I set my alarm clock to wake me at high noon.  I woke up and immediately called my mother to make sure she was up and getting ready. “Andrew,” my mother said plainly and painfully. “I just really don’t feel like going this afternoon.” I am no stranger to the fickle winds of mental illness under whose duress mom and I are often under.  I told her not to worry about it at all and to go back to sleep.  I was actually content to spend a lazy late afternoon on my computer. “At least, drive over here and get twenty dollars,” my mother persistently implored of me. “It will buy you a good supper in compensation.” I went to Rodger’s Barbecue across the Chattahoochee and got a barbecue pulled pork plate.  Certainly overpriced, but it was absolutely delightfully delicious.  I had enough money left to buy another pint of the vinegary barbecue which Maggie partook from when I arrived home.
Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - Category: Mental Illness Authors: Source Type: blogs