Keep the doors locked

So this morning I really didn't feel like getting out of bed. I called my girlfriend, Karen, to see if she had anything fun going on. While I was on the phone with her, the dog started barking. It's Monday, so the Gardeners come and do the lawn in front. I open the door for the dogs to see who it was and then closed the door. I went back to my conversation with Karen and I heard something wiggling the front door knob. I thought maybe the Gardeners had bumped the screen door lock. But then I heard more and more noise. I got up and looked at the door only to see the knob turning. Then the front door opened. The dogs start going crazy and the door opens wider . All the sudden there's somebody crouching at the front door. Scared the heck out of me. it was Leeroy. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to feel. First I was glad to see him, then I thought maybe he jumped the rehab program and came to see me. After sitting down and getting my heart back to the regular beat, he informed me that he was there to see the doctor and they said he could stop and see me also. Boy was I happy to see him. I miss him so much. We spent the day taking down his doctors appointments and his prescriptions. I drove him home or I should say back to his house the rehab home by 4 o'clock. Very hard telling him goodbye. So I concentrated on the traffic that I would have to be fighting going back home. That actually worked, I didn't cry and drove off into the sunset. I guess I should be happy for being able to spend the time with him today but it felt like a little teaser. So here I am tonight all alone again. All the shows tonight are reruns so I guess it's time to go to sleep. Night night world. God be with you all and hopefully your dreams are coming true.

Maybe next time

Knock, knock

I woke up this morning to this and my comment was this

I'm so sorry babe. That's what I told you yesterday but somehow hearing it from a stranger even makes me cry because they have no idea what's going on which means it was a direct delivery from God.  I've had probably over my share of God picking me up and dusting me off. Things will be as he wants them. Just let go, breath, and go for the ride.  No matter what you do, you can't control anything.  I love you.

The way things would be in a perfect world

It's Sunday, cold outside, the wind is blowing, kind of a lazy day. You should be here, not at a rehab center, in a building that's falling down, in a questionable neighborhood, with people that i would be afraid to be in the same room with, on lockdown. How aggravating is this.

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The old

Its pretty sad when you have to be called in the middle pig the night to go break up a fight at a convelescent home. I wa called because Margaret was being hit by another patient all day long. They moved this lady into her room from the county crazy ward and moved her right into Margarets room without even knowing what her personality was. I had to go and get the lady taken out of her room in the middle of the night in the pouring rain. There was a fight between her and Margaret and then a fight between her and the new roomate. The home was in an uproar. I feel so bad for the old people, we take such bad care of them. I can see there is going to be a meeting in my future with the administrator of the home. This is so rediculous.

Give Me something, please

I picked Jerry up from the doctors, after he walked two miles with a hernia, and he invited us to breakfast. Sugar was do upset because she wasn't on the invite, she stated pouting.

Off to a good start

This morning I got a phone call from a telemarketer from one of my credit cards. These people have a horrible job. Most of the time I just interrupt them and tell them "no" and hang up. For the first time I felt compassionate for this poor guy and I decided to let him give me his hole schpeel. As I was patiently listening to him tell me about healh insurance which I already have full coverage, pacing and looking at the clock because I was running late, I changed ears with the phone to try and keep getting ready. My finger hit the hang-up. Bummer.

Glass half full/empty, Yin/Yang effect:

I wasn't late.