"Poppas Here!"
That's what I will holler out soon and the Mags will go nuts barking with glee! She will completely sniff my father to see where he has been all day. Dad adores the greeting and attention he gets from the Mag-Dawg. We do this every night without fail."How's my Princess of Mauritania?" he will ask with Maggie's royal title.Maggie will just wiggle joyfully and get all excited.Dad worked all day today so he will probably be tired. He comes mainly to make sure I am taking my medications as I take them before bed these days. They make me very drowsy. As dad walks out the door, I am already turning off lights in preparation for ...
Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - April 30, 2013 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs
Ah, the Mags Doth Sleep a lot…
Maggie’s had her plate of Barbeque and is now down for the count. Those plates were very delicious today. She will probably sleep until late tonight unless something in the backyard gets her stirred up and she will go bat shi@t crazy. She looked up just to see what I was doing so close to her with the camera. Maggie has great situational awareness. Dad was balking when I asked him to use one of the BBQ tickets for Maggie. “I still can’t believe I am buying that dog a BBQ plate,” my father said to me this afternoon. I got a good laugh out of that reminding my father that Maggie is his “daughter” as well...
Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - April 6, 2013 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs
The Admiral’s Princess…
Dad was carrying on this afternoon that we may need to change Maggie’s title to “The Admiral’s Princess” in honor of the esteemed Admiral Yamamoto of the Japanese fleet in WWII. Dad and I both watched a public television show about the Battle of Midway last night. My father and I can be very different about certain things and very, very alike with regards to others. “Don’t be silly,” I told my father with a smile, “She is the Princess of Mauritania.” Dad kept this kind of silly, but fun stuff going on throughout our childhoods and we would squeal with delight as kids. My sister would especially lo...
Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - February 9, 2013 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs
Breakfast is Served…
Maggie and I had yet to eat our breakfast this morning when we passed Central Elementary school. There were some wonderful smells coming out of the kitchen of that school as we passed making my stomach grumble harshly in protest. We hurried home with extra zest so I could rustle the Mags and I up some grub. Today’s breakfast was just cheese grits and Aunt B’s biscuits. Simple, but delicious. Dad brought me another supply of Aunt’s B’s biscuits which he gets somewhere in Lagrange, Georgia. An Extra Hand is a Helping Hand… Mom called me as I was heading to bed last night. “A...
Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - February 6, 2013 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs
