I was sitting at my kitchen table last night eating the spaghetti supper Charlie's wife had brought me. Charlie begins to clean out my fridge on a whim.
"You've got four bottles of mayonnaise in here!" he exclaimed.
"I like mayonnaise," I replied.
Charlie is such a busy body -- always having to stay active. I watched as he took everything out and put it on my kitchen counters, and then wiped all the shelves with paper towel and Formula 409.
"What else can I do?" he asked as he finished.
"I didn't want you to do that," I told him.
"Let's change the filter on your central heating and air!"
Charlie took the filter outside along with a broom and swept it clean.
"Are your medications making you sleepy yet?" he asked, coming in. "Your father says they put you to sleep."
"They will soon," I replied, and I could just feel the first calming effects of my psychiatric medications.
Charlie soon left and I realized I hated to see him go. He was my only company all day except for a strange conversation with Joyce about ear drops and doctor visits. Joyce is still not doing well -- getting confused over simple matters. I waved to Charlie as he and his son pulled away as Maggie stood in the window wagging her tail vigorously. It was the end of a quiet Saturday -- a Saturday I should be thankful for after all the chaotic ones in my life. C'est Le Vie.