“Can I borrow $20 bucks?” George asked me as he arrived at work this morning.
“What for?” I asked warily, sounding like my father.
“It’s for sodas and lunch,” George replied. “Momma is being chitzy with her money fearing I will drink on it. I can’t wait for payday.”
I pulled out my wallet and gave George $20 bucks. He thanked me profusely and headed back out to get busy bringing in the carts.
I think Mrs. Florene and I are both warily anticipating payday – fearing George will go back to his old ways. A pretty new liquor store opened up just a mile from Mrs. Florene’s house and it both worries us. George could easily walk down and get a drink. It would be a matter of days before his parole officer downloaded the data off his monitoring device and it would be a go back to jail free card for him – violating parole.
Video Game Mania…
I had a man walk in my department around midnight. He spent a long time surveying the video game cabinet.
“I hear the Wii is for kids,” he told me passingly.
I disagreed, telling him all about the Wii fit and other “party” games that were popular for adults.
“I like the Zelda games personally,” I told him. “And I am 38 years old.”
Halo Reach has been our biggest seller this week – causing a frenzy among Xbox 360 gamers. Just another first person shooter in a video game market glutted with them is my thoughts on the matter. What happened to flight simulators and strategy games? Games that made you think and learn? Not just “twitch” games as I call them.
The man purchased a Playstation 3 and about four games. I told him that soon Sony would be rolling out controllers and capabilities similar to Nintendo’s Wii. He was excited to get home to play. He must have been in his forties which surprised me. I am finding myself having to put in a concerted effort to keep up with video game technology and happenings with me not playing regularly, and they are a big part of our department.
Sleep, Beautiful Sleep…
I unplugged my landline, turned off my cellphone and I curled up in the bed with Maggie and Caramel after lunch yesterday. It had been about an hour since I had taken the Percogesic dad gave me yesterday morning. I was soundly asleep for hours. I woke up only once when Maggie decided that the room had grown cold and she wanted up under the covers and against my warm back. I smiled and told her, “Good girl!” and was soon back asleep. The Percogesic made me feel groggy for the rest of the day, though. I could have slept much longer if I wasn’t for my bladder and stomach protesting around 8pm.
I turned back on my cellphone and immediately within moments had a call. I am glad I had turned it off. It was mom.
“Did you get some sleep?” mom asked anxiously. “Helen told me not to bring your plate and it worried me.”
“I finally got a good seven hours of sleep,” I told her.
“I am going to drive over now and bring your supper and your cokes,” mom told me getting off the phone.
Helen’s Friday meal was delicious as I sat in the kitchen and ate as mom watched on and talked. The meatloaf was especially flavorful – Helen having cooked it to perfection. It was a very nice treat after such a good day of rest. I was starving when I awoke.
“I dread tomorrow so much,” mom said with a very audible sigh.
“Why?” I asked, always amused at my mother’s antics and whims.
“Your father is off of work and will watch football ALL day!”
I laughed deeply, understanding how mom felt.
“It’s not funny!” mom exclaimed. “He will just obsess over it and the TV will be so loud it will drive me crazy. I am probably coming over here with you and the dogs to sleep.”
I smiled and told her we would be glad to have her. It would thrill Maggie’s little soul to lie in the bed all day with mom. Maggie loves mom’s visits more than any other person that visits the house. Caramel is much more aloof about such matters.