Daily Prompt ; Seven Days / The Daily Post

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You wake up tomorrow morning to find all your plans have been cancelled for the next seven days and $10,000 on your dresser. Tell us about your week.

The first thing I would do is rub my eyes and stare at the money. All the plans I had made would come in second place. I am human what can I say? It would finally be a V-8 moment and I would carefully go throughout my house to see if there were any other tell tale  signs of someone entering without my knowledge.

I would go to my routine without thinking. Make my coffee, splash cold water on my face to waken my eyes and thought process and brush my teeth. Oh wait I need to run a brush through my messy hair. Why don’t I have satin pillows so I don’t have to do that last step? LOL

Drinking my coffee my mind would edge its way to what were my plans. I would grab my date book and gaze through the boxes on the calendar. O yes, I was to have a doctor’s appointment. He was going to scold me for my sugars and my smoking. Well cross that one out and reschedule. It truly is a pleasure to put this event on hold.

Go to the track two days and walk. I know I should be sad but my body is jumping up and down with excitement to have a respite from this week. Aside from the guilt of not doing all I can do to be the best I can be; I can live with it.

The three days I have marked to go see Al does bother me. What am I going to say to him? What will he understand for me not being there? I will have to think on this one.Oh wait a cotton picking minute! He is no longer in that place. He is home here with me. Cross those thoughts out on having to explain my absence. The last day Friday, bill pay-day. I never have enjoyed that day of the week. All these bill companies wanting to take my money from me. What did I ever do to them? Well, I guess since I don’t pay late, they will accept waiting until Monday.

I toss the book aside and sip on my coffee wondering if I can get on my WP and shout it out that I have all this loot sitting here. Maybe I should not do that. I have heard those nightmare stories on 60 minutes. It seems that when people come into money, people you don’t even know come banging on your door. Nah, no one on WP is like that.

I have wonderful friends here. I don’t have to worry. They would be shouting along with me on my amazing find. Maybe I would make arrangements to fly, get tickets for trains, book what ever I have to in order to have every one of my WP friends here for a party to celebrate.

Yes, I think this is a fantastic idea. I love sharing and this makes me feel good. I will post on here my intentions and have everyone who follows me email me their personal information so I can make the arrangements for their arrival.

This is going to be so much fun. I am actually biting at the bit to make a huge picnic menu. Let’s see, slow cooked ribs over the open fires. Let’s throw on some chicken and some steaks too.

We will have more salad combinations than even the President has rested eyes on. I will make sure to have prepared dishes that  have no meat for my vegetarian friends too, this is very important. I don’t want anyone to feel left out.

I will go through old post and borrow some of my favorite recipes bloggers have posted for our desserts. Maybe I should get out the old ice-cream maker out and crank up some good old-fashioned treats. For drinks I will borrow the neighbor’s over-sized coffee pot. I shall make gallons of sun tea. In case we have any pop fans, I will purchase some soda too. Sorry there will be no alcohol at my party, I don’t touch the stuff.

Oh I am so excited. All of you can meet Al. We can all hug each other and talk face to face instead of chatting through the screens. I can’t wait. I have six weeks until everyone arrives. I better do some heavy-duty spring cleaning too. I don’t want any dust bunnies to pop their heads out, I would just die inside!

I would take some of the money and finishing paying off my car. It is my biggest burden. I still have a year and a half to pay on it, so let’s rid that puppy. I would go through Al’s summer clothes and see if he needs any adjustments made.

He and I would go on a mini trip to Florida. He and I absolutely loved the Amish restaurant we used to dine at. We would fly in and stay at a hotel over night. The next day we would drive by his prior day care and we would make a visit so he could chat with all of his old friends. I can just see his big smiles. This brings a happy tear to my eye.

After all is said and done, I would finish paying off Al’s funeral bill that is being threatened to be taken a way now. This will bring me comfort. I think I will add a policy for me also, since I have no plans made for my ending date.

With the rest of the money, I would place it in a secure safe. I just don’t trust those banking institutions anymore. They used to be such a good thing, but now it seems they charge for every little thing down to a signature. The safe is safer. I won’t make any interest on it but I don’t through the banks any longer either, so who cares.

Well now I feel so good inside. My friends are coming for a home-coming party. They will be camping out here at my home for a couple of days. I have the menu planned for the gathering. Al’s wardrobe is complete. We have managed to help Al’s heart burst from joy as he dines at his favorite restaurant and sees old friends. Our funerals are paid for and we have some left-over for a rainy day.

Life is good isn’t it? I don’t know who or what left that money on my dresser, but you certainly must be my brother and my guardian angels. You and God have seen our sorrows and our tears. Thank-you thank-you who ever you are.

Join Me In A Cup Of Coffee

This was so precious and I loved it. Ute has invited me over for a cup of coffee. Her web site is

http://utesmile.wordpress.com

Ute is a beautiful soul who loves life. She is always upbeat. She loves to dance. She lives life to the fullest. Go over and visit!

 

 

How many cups of coffee per day? 3, two in the morning, and one after supper

What is your favorite caffeine delivery system? Folgers, breakfast blend

What was your best cup of coffee? The first one of the morning

What was your worst cup of coffee? When I put sugar in it, gross.

What does your favorite mug say? I love Lucy, my favorite cup Ricky and Lucy

How do you take your coffee? With powdered cream only

When was your first cup? Around the age of 25, but it had sugar in it. I never tried it again until 2010 and have been a coffee junkie ever since

Have you ever gone on a coffee tea date? Yes, a blind date, a real disaster.

I would like to invite others for coffee. Sit with me and let’s chat and eat cookies.

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Thank-you Ute!

Cabbage Versus Spinach Salad

Spinach Salad

Last night I wrote a little story

About my supper how it was gory

I put it in the fridge that night

I knew I would eat and not waste this delight

I got up this morning and made my drink

Coffee with cream , they definitely link

I got in the fridge to get the milk

There sat the crap that I had built

The smell was overpowering me

I put my head between my knees

I got the milk and shut the door

I didn’t want to smell that anymore

When lunch time came and it was time

I got out the bowl  but it seemed a crime

I ran the water and dumped the bowl

Down the little garbage hole

Instead I got out the spinach leaves

Cut up tomatoes and some cheese

Added some dressing and spices too

This was my new lunch and I bid ado

Terry Shepherd

01/13/2013

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Daily Prompt: Three Letter Words/ The Daily Post

Write an entire post without using any three-letter words.

This is going to be a very hard thing to do

Writing a blog with no three letter words.

I  have to enforce  my very aged brain and even some.

So I don’t sound like I have come totally undone.

What makes it worse is my brain is so cold

I just came back inside from letting Polly leak

I made my coffee, I’m waiting to drink

My eyes continue to want to remain half asleep.

So here I am placed with a drink  inside  me

Wracking my brain over this daily prompt

Polly is whining because of wanting to play

So I have to stop writing so Polly won’t stray.

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NaNoWriMo 1

I thought I would give it a shot. Who knows whether I will be actually to pull it off or not, with

Pin up 1940′s (Photo credit: Intoxicating Artistry)

caring for Al. This is asking for 50,000 words in one month, but I will try.

Here is my first chapter:

It was an eerie night as Paul, the detective, left his office, and walked down the alley to his car. It was eleven at night, and the only movement to be seen was prostitutes on corners and wild cats wandering through the streets looking for their own action.

The chill was nipping at Paul, and as he pulled his over coat closer around his collar, a black cat jumped out in front of him, and scared the crap out of him. Damn cat, he thought to himself. Go stir up trouble in your own territory.

Reaching his car, he pulled his keys out of his pocket and was getting ready to slip them into the key hole, when he felt something hard slam him in the back. It forced him to flip around like a crazy animal and bring his knee up into the person’s groin, throwing his elbow into the neck of the person who was attacking him.

He yanked off the assailant’s hat and mask and to his amazement; he discovered it was a woman. He quickly looked her over and wondered why in the hell some woman was here attacking him, a man! He looked deep into her eyes and saw she was a drug addict and most likely she was hitting him up for a few dollars for another hit. He pulled out a twenty from his pants pocket and threw it at her, telling her to go on now, get the hell out of here.

He shook his head getting into his car. People, a bunch of crack heads. Why did they let their lives go to the dogs?  He started his car and took off out of his parking spot, and drove the fifteen minutes it took to reach his apartment.

He pulled in under the car port and glancing around and behind him, he got out, locked the car, and went in the main door to the elevator, and hit the number five button, taking him up to his pad. Once inside, he threw his coat and his hat on the couch and went to the refrigerator and grabbed himself a cold beer. He lit a cigar and sat down at his desk, kicking off his shoes.  Man that felt good, he always did hate wearing shoes. He wiggled his toes and then yanked his socks off. Now, that was better.

He inhaled on his cigar, blowing rings into the air, and looked at his watch. Midnight, wow, this day had flown by, and yet he felt like he hadn’t got crap done today. It just seemed like he was chasing down a bunch of clues getting no results.

He sat there for a while, just relaxing and going over in his mind the day’s activities. He discovered by the growl of his stomach that he was hungry. When was the last time he ate? He thought for a moment and realized he didn’t even take the time to stop and eat anything. He butted out his cigar and got up and walked over to the refrigerator, and took a long hard look, trying to see what he might be able to make quickly, but nothing jumped out at him, and this may be because the refrigerator had not been refilled in some time. He needed a woman. A woman would get him groceries and clean up this dump.

He hadn’t been able to find a good woman. All the women he came across just wanted him for one night stands, and he wanted better than this. His mama had always told him to marry a woman like her and he would be married for the rest of his life.

He shut the refrigerator door and walked over to the cupboards and looking in them, he found a can of soup and grabbed that and opened it and heated it up on the stove. He toasted some bread and this was his supper. After eating he went back to grab his cigar, put the daily newspaper under his elbow and headed off for the john to do some reading and relaxing.

He sat on the john for almost a half an hour reading his paper and doing his business, and when finished, he flushed the stool and took a good look at himself in the mirror while washing his hands. He said to himself, you are starting to show your looks old man. The wrinkles are starting to set in deep. He rubbed his hands over his beard, and thought, not tonight, tomorrow morning he would get up early and shower and shave.

He walked across the hall into his bedroom, stripped himself down to the briefs and crawled into bed. He arranged his pillow to his liking, rolled over on his side, and lights being put out, he was fast asleep.

The next morning came too quickly but the sun was shining in his eyes, where he had neglected to pull the blinds from the night before. Damn sun, why couldn’t you be cloudy today? He was not ready to get up, and he looked at his watch and it was only seven in the morning. This was bull he said to himself, I need a few more hours of sleep, but he knew that in reality, he had a meeting with a client in an hour, so he forced himself to get out of bed.

He walked out to the kitchen and started the coffee maker, and then went over to the living room and flipped on the morning news.  Next he went to the bathroom and started his shower, and shaved while the water was warming up. He liked his showers nice and steamy, just like his women, but he had to remember, nice women weren’t steamy, they had to be like his mama, in order to get married and stay married.

Shower done and dressed for his appointment, he went out and poured himself a cup of hot coffee, and went in to the living room and plopped himself down on the comfy chair to drink his coffee and watch the news.

His time was up and the news was over. He walked over and set his cup on the counter, and got his jacket, hat and keys and let himself out of the quietness of his home and into the streets. The sun was really bright this morning. The news said it was going to be a gorgeous fall day. Walking over to his car, he started swearing to himself.  All over his windshield was soap scribbling. Damn kids had come paid him a visit through the night and had soaped his car. If he found out who did it, he was going to tan their hides. Stupid kids, didn’t they have anything better to do with their time besides cause trouble?

He got inside his car and started it, using his window washers and had to do this several times before he could see well enough to start driving. He put it in drive and went a few blocks out of his way, and pulled into an automatic car wash business and got his car washed. He glanced down at his watch and saw that he still had time.

He was going to be meeting his client, a woman, at a small diner about three blocks south of here. He left the car wash and went on to meet his client, arriving on time. The client arrived, and he knew it was the right person, by the description of the car, but what he didn’t know, was that his client was a woman. She got out of her car after parking next to his, and as she walked in front of his car to meet him, he whistled to himself, wow, what a beautiful dame. She walked up to him, and introduced herself as Slim, a nick name that she had been given in high school, because of her slim figure. He introduced himself and then got out of the car and together they walked into the diner.

He asked her if she wanted coffee and she said of course, coffee was the starter for the day. The waitress brought two mugs of coffee and sat them down in front of them and asked if they wanted to order anything.  Slim spoke up first, giving her order of two eggs over easy and a slice of whole wheat toast.  Paul thought, what the hell, he would order too. He told the waitress to bring him a couple of scrambled eggs and a nice slab of ham. With the orders placed, the two began their conversation by giving a little background about each of them and then the food was brought, and for a while, no one spoke as they ate.

After breakfast was finished, and the waitress had taken away the dirty dishes, she came back with the pot of coffee and filled up both cups, and then they got down to business of why she had wanted to speak to him.

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Where Are The Tremors? I Heard They Leave In The Final Stage

Hi to all of my blogger friends! I had a couple of good friends ask where I was. I know I post too much, but you are the ones I talk to in my life, so I can not help it. Yesterday, I was barely on the internet, just popping in to see if there were any fires or emergencies. LOL.

I was down, and let me tell you, I hate it when I get down, and most of the time, I don’t even know what took me down in the beginning. I was fine when I woke up, and I think it may have started when I had to strip Al’s bed down to the mattress, as he had soaked his bed good. He had done this the night before also, and even today, during his nap, he wet, but I didn’t have to strip the whole bed, just had to make surface changes.

Yesterday, before I could start drinking my coffee, I had the complete bed change, Al to wash up and shave, and then fix him breakfast, and then drink my coffee. I spent the day floating from then on, but not really having my mind anywhere particular.

I switched out Al and my summer clothing and replaced with all fall and winter. I could see that I am going to have to purchase some smaller pants for Al,  just by comparing him to his sweats, there is much difference in sizes. I did laundry, and then felt so pooped half way through the day, that I ended up taking a nap.

I should not be feeling this way. I am middle-aged but I am not ready for the rocker on the porch thing, so I don’t know why I am so darn tired all the time.

This Parkinson’s is a tricky business. While Al can go from sad to happy in ten seconds, his tremors have slowed down immensely for several days. I read on a couple of web sites, that the final stage can bring a slowness in tremors, so while they are slowing, I am having to face the fact, that he is definitely becoming incontinent permanently. He is wet all through sleeping times, and he does not soak through the day usually, but he does wet, so while some things are slowing, others are speeding up.

Last evening, I was still down, but a very good friend of mine pushed me back to normal by talking to me through emails for a couple of hours. She is just what I needed, plenty of laughter, and complaining about our days, just girl stuff, you know??

I woke up still in a good mood today, so I am glad the sadness has left for today also. I changed his sheets and bathed him, got his breakfast, and then sat here at the computer with my hot coffee and wrote a writing exercise, and did a couple of quotes, and even played a game, that I love on FB.

Al has continued his calm tremors today and I have seen plenty of smiles, and a couple of laughs. He even refused his noon pain medications, but by supper he was freezing a little and staggering, so I gave him two of his pain meds.

I fixed lasagna for supper with biscuits and corn, and he acted like he had not eaten for years. He gobbled it up in no time at all. He is sitting on the couch reading the paper, and I don’t even hear the paper rattling like I usually do from his tremors.

All in all it has been a good day today. I can’t figure out the PD, but I am thankful for a good day and laughter from Al.

She Says, He Cries, I Think

I hear my voice saying calmly, it is alright, we will blame it on the dementia. You didn’t mean to, it is not your fault, but on the inside I am yelling at this PD. Two good days in a row, hardly any tremors, and this is including the day today.

The therapist comes and gives Al exercises to be able to strengthen his arms, so the goal of lifting the full glass up to his lips, instead of lowering his head to the glass, might be accomplished. While the therapist was here, she was telling me that Al is improving, that he has made progress in this one week they have been here.

Inside of me, I am saying show me where? Show me where the tremors are laid back for days. Show me where he did quit soaking the bed? Tell me that now I will not have to cut food up nor feed him. Tell me he can walk better than yesterday.

As the therapist was using plastic, empty cones, laying them on the floor and asking Al to pick them up, which he did, she looks at me with a big smile, and says see? he can do it. I said, yes, he can, the glass is empty. She looked at me and said nothing.

The therapist also said that he had a low-grade fever, and I have  heard Al complain the past two days of having a dry mouth, even though he is a huge drinker of water. I told the nurse who came this afternoon what the therapist had said, so she listened to his lungs and took his temperature. Now the lungs are clear, and the temperature is only 97. I see nothing wrong, she says. I mentioned that all morning Al’s voice was raspy and I could hear something rattling when he talked. She advised me to keep an eye on it, but she thought nothing was wrong.

My coffee pot went on the blink this morning right after making me my coffee, so I have to consider this an emergency, and with the therapist suggesting to buy Al a two-handled cup, I said we will get it today, because I must have my coffee.

We go to Wal-Mart and I buy us some lunch at the inside restaurant, Sub-Way, then after done, we go to the grocery aisles and get him some orange juice for breakfast, since he was out. Next, we went to the small appliance department  and I saw the coffee maker that I had at home, but guess what, the only coffee makers they had on the shelves were the expensive ones. I glanced around to see if there were any employees around, and as usual, there was not.

I asked Al if he would like to go over to the toy aisle and pick out a cheap car, that cheap is what he could afford this week after buying an expensive car last week. I asked him if he remembered how to get to that department, and he nodded yes to both questions.

He left on his scooter and I grabbed the first employee walking by, and I guess I was not very nice, because I asked her why is it every time I come here to get something much-needed, all the shelves are empty except the expensive ones. I reminded her that with the economy being so bad, they needed to keep the shelves stocked with the common priced ones. She didn’t deserve it, and why I acted that way, I am not sure, but she did go back to the back and look but came out empty-handed.

I did not want to tackle getting Al in and out of the car more than I had to, so I picked out one of the brands I like that was common priced, but it had no timer on it, so now I have to start it in the morning instead of waking up to heavenly coffee. Oh well, it won’t kill me, but it was a nice luxury for me.

I then went over to where Al was and he had a pile of cheap cars in his cart. I think my eyes bugged out, there were so many. I explained that we could not have more than one today, and he said he didn’t know that, that he had heard me say cheap, which each one was $3.59, not bad price, but over $.99, but when you add up several, it cost a lot! He started crying saying he had messed up again,and that his brain is so confused. I told him to pick out the coolest one of all, and he could have that one, but needed to put the rest back, which he did, with no fuss. He kept telling me he just didn’t understand, and I believe him, other wise he would have been throwing a fit to keep all of them, but he did not do that.

So tonight during supper, we were both eating and he tells me the bucket is missing. I ask him what bucket and he says the grey bucket. My mind is going to the movie I just watched yesterday, the Bucket List, and he says it is missing. I question him some more, and then I got it. He was saying to me that the bucket for the commode was missing.

All of a sudden I put my fork down, as I was no longer hungry, because my mind was picturing the mess I was in for when I went in to his bedroom. I went in there and saw no urine on the floor and sighed a sigh of relief. I lifted up the lid, and the lid was on the bucket, but the lid was full of pee. He had peed on the lid thinking it was the bucket.

When he finished his last bite, I told him the bucket was there, and he argued no it was not, and so I took him in and showed him the urine on the lid, and he said that I had placed the bucket back for him,and asked who’s pee was that. I told him that the lid was on top of the bucket and he had accidentally peed on the lid instead of taking the lid off peeing in the bucket. He cried again, and asked me what is wrong with his brain, that it is all messed up. I told him not to worry, that it was an accident, and I would clean it up. He walked out of his room crying and asking himself why he can’t remember things and why he screws up all the time, and then he looked back at me with big tears, and said, I really try Terry, I really do try.

I started crying immediately. My heart was breaking. I felt his pain and embarrassment. On one hand you have therapists and nurses saying he is improving, but in other areas they are deteriorating. Dementia is moving in faster and faster, he could pick up an empty, plastic cone with the therapist, but at supper he could not pick up a plastic half-filled glass. He cries wanting to know why he is messed up, and he didn’t realize prices at the stores.

I don’t know how to feel anymore, I feel confused. I tell myself to get hard-hearted, but I struggle with that. Nurses and doctors say he is in the beginning stages of five, the final stage. The nurse tells me today, to expect things to move quicker now, and that tremors can almost disappear in the fifth stage. All I know is Al is sick, and his body is changing and so is his mind, and as bad as I want to believe that he is improving, I only see him getting worse, when you look at the whole picture.

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Less Tremors, More Naps

Yesterday was another one of those days where the tremors had decided to give Al’s body

parkinson (Photo credit: ibarakaldo)

a rest. Sunday was like that also. He has been more smiley these past two days than any other days. I wish I knew, once again, what it was that is allowing him more calmness, because I would make sure I kept that activity a priority. Again, though, it could be all the prayers, and it could also be the fact that he is now in his final stages of PD.

Parkinson’s Disease, from what I have studied and researched, can prove to have tremors become less and less in the fifth stages. I am not sure what causes this, but there is a part of me right now, that if this is true for Al, I almost wish the tremors would flare up to their normalcy again. This way I don’t have to think of any ending at all. I hope this makes sense to  you.

I love my brother and although he suffers many days, I don’t want to be unselfish. I don’t want to ever say goodbye, but that is selfish, and I have placed Al in God’s hands many months ago. I have to trust in God that he has this all in his control, and is doing what is best for Al and for me.

This morning, I knew that Stanley Steamer was coming to clean the living room carpet and the pathways of both bedrooms. I had put off picking up the small items until this morning, knowing I would have plenty of time. They were not to be here until the hours of 9-11AM.

Al got up at nine and we proceeded to get his breakfast fixed along with medications distributed. While Al eats his breakfast, I go into my bedroom and pick up throw rugs, and shoes, and anything else I see lying around.

I go into his bedroom and  pick up numerous coke items strewn on the floor. Now I tell him constantly not to leave items on the floor as it will cause him to fall easier, but he doesn’t listen to me. I go over to make his bed, and find the bed pad and the sheets soaked.

I was really surprised, because Al is always wet, but never soaks the bed or bed pads. I go ahead and pull  all dirty sheets off and start a load of laundry. I disinfect the mattress that is thankfully, plastic. I place the clean sheets on the bed and make it nice and clean for him. I clean the commode and the urinal, and then I go out to the kitchen where he is still eating, and ask him if he had any problems the night prior, and he says no.

I mention that the bed was a little wet and he says he doesn’t know how it got that way. Alright, whether he does or does not remember, is not a big issue, and I will not bring up any reasons for him to feel more guilty than he already does with the side effects of this disease.

So all is done in his room, and he is all finished eating, so I take him to his bathroom, and do a total wash up and get all clean clothes and a clean brief  on him. I breathe a sigh, as I know for now, he is all taken care of and smelling fresh.

I still have my house robe on and as I start to go to my bedroom to get dressed, the door bell rings, and low and behold, the cleaning company is well on time. I am forced to answer the door with hair unkempt, my pretty blue full length flannel house robe, and I try to divert their eyes by giving them my biggest fake smile I can produce. They both look at me, and smiled, saying, hi, we are from Stanley Steamer. I am thinking uh duh, I see the truck dudes!

I let them in and tell them I was just on my way to get dressed, could they forgive me while they get out their equipment, and they nodded yes. Well, they have come and gone, and the carpets look great! You have to wonder how carpets get so dirty when we both take our shoes off at the door, but they do, believe me!

So here I sit at the computer, Al is dozing on the couch as he is commonly found now, which I still have issues with getting used to. Al is a routine man, and he knows by his own rules, that there is no sleeping until three PM, nap time, so to find him napping mornings and evenings is still new to me. My white socks that I am to wear, waiting for the carpets to dry, which will be about four hours,  are already soaked. My feet are shriveled like prunes, my body is cold from having two fans running on the carpets, when it is only 50 degrees outside, and Al is lying with no covers on, head cocked to the side, sound asleep.

The day is good, Al’s tremors under control, clean bed, laundry working, my two cups of coffee drank, and carpet sparkling once again. Can it get any better???

This is Gross or Sick or Stupid!

It is late evening here at our house. Storage Wars is the main topic anymore on the television out here in the living room, where I used to be able to pick and choose what I wanted to watch, but no more.

Al some time back out of the blue started coming out here, instead of hiding in his room to watch television, which was a great miracle for the two of us. I had prayed a long time, that he would come out of isolation and join me, another human in the house, but, I had no idea, I would lose my choice of the boob tube.

Well, time slips by slowly in the evenings, and even though I should not drink coffee too close to bed time, in case I start wetting the bed, hehe. I do drink coffee. I have made just enough for two cups. One directly after stuffing myself with my supper, and one towards bed time.

So now is the time for my last cup, and I nook it and am putting away last dishes that I refuse to place in the dishwasher and I take my hot coffee and get ready to add my cream to it, and I see this tiny dark spot on top. I think, well, a coffee particle is floating on top, so I take my tip of my finger, and quickly insert it into the steaming hot cup of coffee. I do it so quickly, that I don’t have time to let my nervous system  to notice that it was burning the skin!

When I pulled out my finger, like Little Jack Horner, I noticed it was not a coffee particle, because it had eenie tiny wings on it. I sat the coffee cup down, with the aroma filling my nostrils, the steam rising, and my throat waiting to get burnt and quenched at the same time, and I stared at the little snot nose that had somehow slid his sneaky sand particle size body into my cup. I had now nuked the poor sucker.

The problem was it was late, it was the last cup, the last drop of the pot. Was I willing to waste more fresh coffee grounds to make a new pot, or should I ignore this gnat, knowing I have most likely swallowed bigger bugs in my life when I have opened my mouth out side to laugh or sneeze or gasp or eat!!!

I stood looking at the coffee and knew that I had already killed the gnat, killed the germs, and said the hell with it. I added my cream, washed my fingers, and said, bottoms up!!!! Geesh, maybe I should be a star on Fear Factor!

If I am dead in the morning and you do not see any blog postings from me, just check your local newspaper for major break busting news. Woman, from midwest, dies of gnat infestation, choking on a gnat. Size of insect unknown, side effects, unknown, but the gnat’s family did show up to show their sadness.

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A Little Happiness With My Coffee

Just wanted to share with you, that in my notices today, I was informed that I now have five hundred followers. I wanted to stand up and do the rah rah rah!. Do cartwheels, high-five someone.

Don’t think this is me being a nut, getting overly excited about something so non-important, but to me, personally, it is telling me that I am being accepted by five hundred people. This has always been an issue with me since childhood, acceptance.

Now my writing has brought me full circle, by just being myself. No pretending, no being someone other than myself, and people have accepted. Wow, I am so happy about this. I did it! I have almost 45,000 likes and now this.

Thank you to all who follow, and to everyone for at least stopping by once to read about who I am! I placed the award symbol on my Award page, if anyone would like to visit it.

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