We are experiencing a cold rain tonight. It so evokes memories of winter in the South.
"It even smells like winter," I told my father standing out at his car a moment ago.
Today started out interesting. I needed twenty dollars to pay for my and Wanda's lunch. I headed over to find mom still in the bed.
"Can I get twenty dollars?" I pleaded.
"No!" my mother said point blankly.
I put on my best whiny teenager persona and voice.
"Please? Please? I want to take Wanda out to eat."
Mom usually gives in if I pester her enough. She rolled over, pulled the covers over her head, and told me to get it out of her purse.
It was a standard AA meeting. Wanda I both talked of how AA in the Valley has just about died due to one very overbearing and patriarchal man who thinks he runs the program. They used to have meetings every night, Now, it is down to two times a week.
Wanda, as I had expected, was tired and didn't eat much. I pigged out with two quarter pounders w/cheese and a large fries.
"You remind me of my son in Germany," Wanda told me. "Now, he was a bottomless pit and still is."
I took Wanda home and then had to come home and get ready for work. We've bought a new building next door to the pharmacy that is going to be for our home healthcare operations. It is my job to get my office moved and set up. That is what I did today.
Have I told you how glad I am to be home with my Maggins, my tobacco pipe, and mugs of sweet, milky coffee? I hear raindrops pitter pattering on my window sill. Gonna sleep nice tonight.