In my last blog entry, I talked about Frank, my late boyfriend, Vincent's younger brother. I gave him a call, and we went out for dessert and coffee one evening. I picked him up , and saw his mother for the first time in years. She is ailing with asthma (she was never a smoker). She thanked me for taking Frank for an evening out. She told me that she worries that he has few friends, and doesn't leave home much.
Over coffee, we caught up, reminisced about Vincent, and had a nice time.
Last week, I was in Walmart, pushing a buggy around in kind of a Wally World stupor, when suddenly I hear "Hey Ron!" I look up to see Frank, the younger brother of my deceased first love, Vincent.
I gave him a quick hug, and we made small talk for a few minutes. He was a year younger than Vincent and me, but he was a little slower to process things that Vince and me. . Vince and I would sometimes include him on our outings to the movies, the beach, or to the mall. He never
I have been fairly sick since coming back from Michigan. I think it was the combination of the heat, which I am not yet used to, and the cold air conditioning from places and my car. Anyway, I came back with a good infection in my ears and sinus. The doctor has me on an antibiotic, but the post nasal drip has my throat red and raw right now...
I have been sleeping, for the past few days on the Lazy Boy. I start out in bed, but by 2:00-2:30, I have to get up. My ex- boyfreind, Dave,
I am having one of those sleepless nights again. It is 3:45 AM. Rather than being in bed, fast asleep, I am sitting here in semi-darkness trying to type this blog entry. Yes, I have to work in the morning... I know it's probably going to catch up with me in the late afternoon.
The past several days, the post nasal drip has been murder...
Even though I am going to bed at my regular time, I am only sleeping four to five hours per night before I wake up coughing. Then I
It could only happen to me...
I mind my own business, try to live a fairly quiet life these days, but it seems like fate loves to sneak up on me, and put me into situations outside of my comfort zone.
I like to walk the mall on Saturday mornings. During the summer, they have a nice farmer's market in the parking lot, and then I go inside, to the air conditioned relief of the mall , from the sultry, humid outdoors.
I had just come out of Sears, which is