My folks seem to have found the optimum dosage of medication. It was a great Sunday buncha rounds. Visited bestfriend, Deb & that was nice. She had just returned from Lafayette where her boy, Derick Howard had opened for Acoustic Hookah. Moonsilver needs to know that Hookah is breaking up. Members are relocating with remanants of other Mid-West bands that have recently disbanded. Ed, the lead singer is going w/some former members of The Shantee. Somebody else is joining stragglers fron The Recipe. Others going elsewhere. Deb says Hookahville is still in their plans, but methinks it sounds possibly a lil overly optimistic. / Then, I moved onto Mom's nursing home. Despite the fact that it was spitting snow with a considerable wind chill, Mom insisted on going outside for a cigarette. I made her wear the works; 2 coats, hat, shawl, etc. Then, I had to wheel her out front into the elements, the only place smoking is allowed. All bundled up, I was considering this great circle of life, when she would bundle me up to the point of making my arms and legs tired from the multiple layers of clothing. All of a sudden, after her first draw, she surprises me by belting out her rendition of Ray Charles doing "Georgia." Recalling my intent to spread cheer, I joined in with the back ground singers' chorus "...on my mind", and then I started with the soulful into singing (so off key), "Oooo, I said, Georgia, my sweet Georgia..No peace do I find..." & Mom chimes in on the chorus, this time. it was the best cigarette that I never had! She was ready to go back inside after the one schmag, and we returned, still singing. Mom says, "Sometimes they ask me to stop singing, and sometimes they ask for me to start. Go figure." I told that she had a song in her heart, and that was all that mattered and she agreed. We returned to her room where she was totally enthralled with golf and Nascar "The Year In Review." I gathered my things to continue my rounds, and kissed her, saying that Rex & I would return next week and that I loved her. She says, "I love you, too, but boy. do I love Jeff Gordon.""Yes, Mom, I know that you do." It's his touche. His posterior. His buns-Mom loves to watch the rear view of Jeff Gordon and Tiger Woods with wild abandon. And she dosen't hesitate to mention her inclinations to anyone who will listen. / Dad was content as well. He got to watch football, as they keep Rene @ the nurse's station for observation, as she forgets that she can no longer walk, and invariably, she always tries to get up and walk. She forbid him football in the past. He's elated with The Colt's winning streak. I took them KFC with extra bar-b-que sauce, baked beans, mashed potatos & gravy. They love that crap! I wheeled her down to the room & they had a plesant time chowing down, washing it down with Root Beer, wishing that it was beer...We talked ,joked, & laughed. I had taken everyone a box of Christmas cookies this trip, and Dad topped off his dinner with 8 cookies right away. Chrismas carrollers were drifting through the halls from a local church group. Got Rene into bed which relieved a lot of her pain before I left. Turned another game on for Dad, and these days, Rene does not mind. Left them both dry-eyed and smiling, fat and happy, talking about how much they enjoyed watching a Glen Miller special on the tube, the night befoe. Rex could not have been better company. He used to hide when it was time to go visit, but now, he takes to it as if he was trained for it. I have to take the chance& remove his leash due to close quarters and multiple wheelchairs, but he stays right at my side as if I had instructed him to heel. He understands an amazing amount of spoken commands and suggestions. He is a perfect companion and delegate of good cheer, drawing smiles and pats from the majority of the residents. They just love him, and he eats it up. Along with KFC and Christmas cookies.../ Dinner at my sister's was decorated for the Holidays, and included an extra bonus, a visit from a old friend Roseanne, and her teenage daughter Adele'. Roseanne was widowed a couple of years ago, cancer taking Dennis decades before his time. It was a warm and lovely visit, just as all the rest were. Miraculously,I had enough Christmas cookies for everyone, and that made me feel good. The drive home, I sang to Rex most of the way, deciding to try to remember to be a singing resident when it is my time to go to a nursing home. It seems to delight the populace.../ It was the best Monday I've had in months at work. I just did not stress anything-even my 7 hr late delivery arrival. I just rolled with the punches, worked hard and I sailed right through the day. Home and cozy, Bubba tired, but in good humor, dogs sweet and attentive, I couldn't ask for a better couple of days. Now, all would be complete if I could only get my own self properly medicated, but I realize my doc is most likely awaiting tougher times before he lets that happen. I will handle tougher times in one way or another, later, but not today.

Bubba says my old Buick has a blown head gasket, but I should be able to make my rounds with sufficient fluids to negate a breakdown...hmmm ok, so life is an adventure...here goes another...I gained a lot of strength from Dariana's "Today" post...today, I will try to be a little sunshine in my folk's dreary, painful lives. Geezz..ain't gonna be easy...the day is so gray. But I'm gonna hand copy that post & get my sis to print & copy it for the whole fam damily. I have a lot of good things going for me(Luceee!) & i will make today the best day that I can. At least I include Deb (bestfriend), and end rounds w/Rick & Jan(sis & bro-in-law) & today, I will do the best that I can do...

I read Stephen King's book on writing...it was a long time ago & I don't have a very good memory these days...but I do recall that he said just to write, just keep writing and you can come out of any writing block. So, I'm gonna go with the random thought routine & just keep writing.I miss Mrs God, but I can deal with it./ My brother wants me to write about the stories I told to him & our little sister, Jan (my angel) when they were young. I think that it is an easy ploy to catch a youngu'ns intrest when you use bathroom humor to bait them. My folks were fighting a lot and my older bro & younger sis Kath were going through some heavy hormonal challenges, and it was Mokie Joe, & Jan & I against the world. I had inherited my grandmother's king size bed, and the 3 of us would cuddle under the covers and tell stories to one another. It just came naturally to injerject the word "fart" at opportune moments while storytelling."Snow Fart and the Seven Farts" They practically fell out of bed laughing when I got to the part about the evil witch talking Snow Fart into taking a bite out of the poisoned fart. You cannot lay it on too thick with kids, and they idolize you, and remember it for years, and bring it up frequently as a fond memory. Decades later, the kids still get a kick out of it. I'd start a new paragraph here if I knew how to, but must await Mokie Joe's Christmas visit./ And speaking of Christmas, "Its A Wonderful Life" just came on. The last time I left for California, drunk, in my broken down Toyota, I went to San Francisco via Texas from Indiana. Yeah, I know, but I was drunk & thinking about avoiding The Rockies during the winter snows. Everytime I stopped in to stay at a motel,"It's A Wonderful Life" was playing on a different station in a different state. In all my years, I had never seen this black and white classic. Black & white movies were strictly forbidden when I was married to HP (most fun things were). I was charmed right off. I had to watch it in segments catching it at a different spot each stop. It took me 5 days and 4 nights to get to SF, and every night I'd barge into a room, turn on the tube and watch this great old flick. When I got to my destination, there at Mike & Kelly's home, I babbled about my discovery. Kelly stood right up and went over to her video collection and gave me her colorized video version of it. I do like the black and white, best, though. Anything Jimmy Stewart touched turned to gold in my eyes./Anything vampirish has always nabbed me, as well. Welsley Snipes & his Day Walker trilogy. All of the old classics. I feel like Scratch must know of my stash of Ann Rice books to be writing his (spectacular) vampire story. I've always loved a monster movie, and a seductive monster is delightful to me. I loved "Buffy, The Vampire Slayer"-there, I said it...The movie was cool enough, but I ate up the series especially when it started getting more refinned and defined in it's third year. Spike always stole the show for me. Always had a thing for blondes, even peroxide ones. My infatuation w/Buffy started quite a stir @ my Methodist Church. I was a Sunday School teacher, and the Bible Study group was down on Harry Potter, not to mention Buffy. Lots of Bible Belt folk really need to lighten up...I tried to fit in @ church, but never felt welcomed. Put to good use, yes, but not welcome. Divorced, living in sin w/Bubba, the final straw was the preacher loosing his temper w/me & yelling at me cuz he insisted I could not be a Chistian and give Karma any creedence. I suppose my non-stop questions were not what was wanted in a Bible Study class. We parted, the Methodist church and I. I think I've had too many adventures to fit into a small town church. I keep God in my heart & try to do things that I know are right. I dunno...I just cannot seem to click with organized religion. Maybe later...when reality humbles me again. Maybe not./ I never mentioned Bubba's politics...you can guess that he does not follow any mainstream party line, but what he does follow is anything that the NRA tells him to do. I love the man, dearly, but he loves to argue about the NRA. I've joined three times just to avoid his inlination to debate the issue. He has convinced me that if guns are outlawed, only outlaws will have guns. I know the resistance would have been more effective in Nazi Germany if all the guns had not been confiscated from the people. Bubba hjust loves to debate his right to bear arms. He has a rifle around here someplace, but we are not sure if it is in his room, my junkroom, the garage attic, or the house attic. He just loves to debate his right to own the gun-he never uses it. Sure, he used to, in his younger days, hunt with his boys and target practice and stuff. But he's rather debate the issue than actually shoot something. He is laying tile on the kitchen floor as I blog. It isn't easy to build around the house you are living in...esp. w/3 inquisitive dogs. My kitchen is going to have brown slate tile, and the counter tops will be green...I didn't pick out anything...I'm just happy to be here, cozy & warm & he can do whatever he wans with the building & decor of the house./ We are warm & cozy primarily because in addition to the electric heat, he has set up a kerosene heater in the garage for the dogs. They love to warm their bones by the heater & the house is downright toasty. Yes, it's dangerous, but he is very careful with it. One night we were watching TV, and an unexpected knock came at the back door. Two officers in uniform were there to check on the premises. Their helicopter had picked up the kerosene heater's heat signature and they suspicioned that we had grow lights growing pot. The younger cop was so disappointed. He asked if he could look at the rest of the house, and as we didn't have anything to hide, I led the tour. When we got to my junk room I told him that"there may be something growing in here, but it isn't pot!" geez, was I cocky or what?

He says cuz he is more comfortable, but deep down inside, he's just got to know how nice his legs look-but, then, he'd blush...anyway, today he wore shorts today to the salvage yard where he works part time since he retired. He was down on his back, in shorts in the snow, pulling parts off of a car for a customer. The customer says,"I own a construction company. All 30 guys in my company called in today, saying it was too snowy & cold to work today. And you're here in shorts on your back in the snow..." The guy took Bubba's picture to guilt trip his crew on Monday.

I got carried away telling Mrs God about "Harold and Maude", in all kinds of different ways...then hit Amazon.comm to order my DVD copy of same. I had no idea how much the video tape had faded...the DVD came today..."the great circle of life", it is so much sharper & the color so much better...This is great! & I can read the subtitles...Maude's eyes actually twinkle! I am lol! over & over...here comes Maude posing nude for an ice scuplture...Now, comes the sweet flirtatiousness of my heroine...I'll spare you the rest. I am giving my mentor my undivided attention & will blog later. I need to do good things for myself more often...