Intimacy on a Dog’s Level…

I was sitting on the floor in the den last night putting my motherboard in its case after installing the memory, processor and heat-sink. I bet I had screwed a hundred screws up to this point it seemed. The installation of my numerous case fans were unwieldy to say the least. Maggie, Santa’s little helper, was just fascinated as to what I was doing. She would have to sniff each part as they came out of the box. It was also a novelty to Maggie that I was sitting on the floor – on her level. She takes this as a sign of intimacy – boundaries need not apply. Soon, there was a loud knock on my door and it was Charlie and my father. Within my father’s hands were my medications for the night. Charlie brought gifts as in coconut crème cake which were delicious. I also had a ample and heavy plate of Christmas spoils my father had cooked. It was just laden with casseroles which thrilled me to no end. I am a casserole eating fiend. Operation Prickly Pear… Two weeks just fly by in an instance it seems.  The older I get, the faster it goes. Once again it was time for my “crazy-be-gone” injection. Once again I just quietly sat while Rebecca regaled me in her daughter’s Christmas. I then drove back up to my father’s former pharmacy to give dad the next appointment card. I learned that Matt was repurchasing my missing and sold-out computer parts. “How much is overnight shipping?” I asked Matt. “It would be $42 dollars and some change,” Matt told me. “I gu...

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - December 26, 2013 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs