“Good Night!” He Says

It was 2:30pm when my father woke me up from a very deep slumber. He worked this morning. Maggie sat dutifully wagging her tail at the door and barking very loudly until I could get my father inside. “Just what is the Princess of Mauritania and Maratouse doing today?” dad asked Maggie as she wiggled and wagged her tail with extreme vigor. “What are you doing sleeping this time of the day?” he then asked me sounding perplexed. One part of having a mental illness is the constant scrutiny that you will receive from family members it seems. “It’s my new medications,” I replied back as my father scoffed. My father and I watched our favorite Georgia Public Television show which is Cook’s Unlimited/America’s Test Kitchen. Today they were at a butcher’s shop showing the different cuts of steak and how they are properly cooked. Dad and I both were riveted as we watched the television.  “Well, that will certainly make you hungry,” my father said as we got up to go feed and water Maggie as the show came to an end. Maggie ran out the dog door which is near to where her food and water is kept. She kept sticking her head nosily inside through the dog door while we worked. “I love that,” I told my father as I laughed, “She is not going to miss a beat! That tickle's me to death.”” Dad began laughing as well saying Maggie wants to know about her stuff.
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