Well, I managed to go to the Juneteenth festival yesterday afternoon for a very, very short time before my social anxieties got the best of me. It was a beautifully sunny and cloudless day, and the temperature and humidity weren’t too oppressive – just perfect for such an outdoor event. I just couldn’t resist the temptation and bought one of Mrs. Florene’s decadently chocolate pound cakes after I arrived. The last thing I did last night before I retired to the bed was to eat a thick slice of creamy chocolate pound cake goodness and drink a ice cold glass of milk. Divinity! Poor, poor Maggie just couldn’t understand why such a wonderful and delicious smelling thing couldn’t be shared with her as well. We share everything. No chocolate for dogs, though! I heard it directly from my veterinarian's mouth. I had to practice a little tough love yesterday evening which is not easy for me. If I had kids or grandkids then they would run all over me I would be such a sappy softie.
I really hadn’t seen Mrs. Florene much in weeks so it was good to see her and give her a big hug. “George was doing well,” she happily told me. “He hasn’t had a drink in what seems like years,” she also told me over enthusiastically. Don’t push your luck and wake sleeping giants was what I thought of George and his drinking. I would never dare say that to Mrs. Florene, though. I wish George the best despite the odds being stacked against him these days.
A Drain By Any Other Name…
The plumbers completely freaked Maggie out yesterday. She stayed right by my side all afternoon worried about what was going on. It was the most excitement she had seen in years. It sounded like the house was being torn apart board by board as they installed new pipes under the house. I have perfectly modern plumbing in my home now. They got rid of the old cast iron pipes and substituted it with PVC. I am hoping and praying that’s the end of my sewer issues and slow draining sinks. My house now reeks of that chemical and solvent smell of pipe joint sealant, though.
July 7th Approaches…
July 7fh of last year was the day I decided to change my life and regain my freedom. Socially inept is one social aspect in I think I’ve grown away from the most this year. I was determined though – determined not to be labeled as mentally ill. I learned the hard way as I always have to do that you can’t just will things away like that just like cancer. You have to take your medications and work with a therapist. I have one life to live and I am going to have to live it the best I only can. Mental Illness or no. Damn the torpedoes and full speed ahead.
I also realized that there is a price for freedom as well. With freedom comes responsibility. My recent plumbing expenditures are a good example of this. But the home is mine and I didn’t have any qualms for those expenses treating it as if it were an investment.
3 comments:
It is true that you can't wish things away... but I have always admired you for the way you deal with stuff.
When it comes to chocolate for Maggie, always has to be tough love from you. Your vet was right, chocolate is poison to dogs. You keep damning those torpedos and going full speed, knock down those obstacles. You're doing awesome, just look at the progress you've made!
The new pipes sound like a good investment. i think you are doing great jonathan. You have managed to do incredibly well its inspiring and I hope it continues.. the cake sounded good too it has to be said :)
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