It was a long, hectic bike ride to McDonald's for lunch. The traffic was busy on highway 29 with cars honking and swerving to avoid me. It all felt rather frantic. I arrived at McDonald's and got two delicious Big Macs and a large fries. The next hour was spent people watching. I watched as a beast of a mother berated her two young sons for eating too much and fighting over the rest of their french fries. They were two rotund little children. The mother I might say didn't have too much room to talk. She was rotund as well.
I was soon growing worried about storms so headed home. It took me thirty minutes to ride the way back to my house. The wind was blowing briskly and the clouds were growing amid darkened skies. We have a slight risk of severe weather today. I look forward to the storms, but don't want tornadoes. It is that time of the year in the South.
Maggie was so overjoyed to see me when I got home. She did a little happy dance that only dogs can do when I walked in the door. I sat on the couch for the longest time just petting her. She relished every bit of the attention. Legs sore and balking, I stretched out on the couch and almost went to sleep. I was overly full and should have eaten only one Big Mac.
Sometimes I get winded by the truth. I thought long and hard as I lay there about my life. 36. Having to borrow money from my mother for lunch. Every aspect of my life carefully controlled by my father. I don't even know how much my bills are or how much is in my checking account. Am I lucky or is this just terrible? I think I have a good life. I am pretty happy. Others seem to think something is terribly wrong with all of this. I fear I would quickly go back to drinking with lots of money on hand. Just like a diabetic needs insulin, I need a carefully controlled and monitored life to do well. This doesn't speak highly for my character I know.