A Few Fumbling Fingers Reach for that Hail Mary Pass…

Found my car keys early this morning in a heavily frost covered yard.  Winter will be here very soon. Isn’t it the 21st? This chill kind of invades the marrow of my bones and makes me shiver violently. Me? I am having trouble putting two words together correctly this morning.  Dad just called to see if I found my car keys and I told him,”Yes! Thank God!” I’ve learned never to put all my eggs in one basket and keep my house key separate from my car keys.  We have what we call the key disease in this family where we consistently lose our keys.  There is no cure, but we have found certain coping mechanisms. My mother is the grand repository of all our spare keys as she doesn’t lose hers. Charlie says the key disease alone drove my mother crazy over the years in her need for order. Helen also called in that she is cooking my mother a big breakfast this morning and wants me to drive over to eat. “What are you cooking?” I asked impetuously with excitement. “Your mother wanted sausage patties and strawberry pancakes,” Helen replied. That did sound oh so good, but it couldn’t coax me out of my warm humble little abode on this very cold morning. The entire landscape looked sheathed in ice.

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - December 17, 2013 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs