I was asking George this morning what would be a good gift to get his mom. Something she usually couldn't afford. She's done so much for me and I wanted to do something for her.
"Get her some of that gourmet coffee," George said. "She drinks coffee all day and loves the stuff. She won't buy the expensive coffee though."
I had ten dollars squirreled away and hoped that would be enough. I shied away from borrowing money from George.
I was over at George's house at 7:30 this morning. About the time he gets home from work. Mrs. Jones had cooked breakfast like she does for George every morning. I wasn't shy about filling my plate full of scrambled eggs and hashbrowns. It was a good start to the day.
The Great Diet Coke Fiasco...
Mom wouldn't take my calls last night. They have caller I.D. and she could see it was me. My mom is like her mother and will hold a grudge for months. I wanted to nip this in the bud. I left a message. I groveled.
"I love you," I told her. "I was wrong and shouldn't have said those things to you. You are the only person who understands me and it is going to drive me crazy that you are not talking to me."
That was it. Short and sweet. I told Dad to tell her I love her, too. Dad was really taking all this in; this fight between me and mom.
"How is your mind?" Dad then asked me. "Is the extra Risperidone helping?"
"My mind was going a hundred miles an hour last night this time," I told him. "Things are quiet and calm tonight."
That was a good cue for dad to give me a hug and say goodnight. Maggie and I were soon in the bed as well and we both slept fitfully.