Saturday, April 16, 2016


It was chilly again on Thursday morning. They keep saying there's a spring warm-up coming but it doesn't feel like it in the mornings.

I went to Big Boy for lunch and got the "Pick Three." I chose a Caesar side salad, the cup of broccoli ham soup and the half turkey sandwich on multi-grain bread. It's my go-to lunch and I've convinced myself it's healthy.Well, probably not the soup. And maybe not the Caesar salad. But the half turkey sandwich on multi-grain bread is good, right?

Victoria surprised me with dinner. She said her Mom, Evy, had tried branching out and made Chinese shrimp fried rice and she wanted my feedback.

Sidebar: Oh, crap! A Puerto Rican, making Chinese food and I'm supposed to give my opinion? Seemed fraught with peril...

When I got home, I quickly changed clothes and went outside. I got the bricks from Jake's patio and hauled them out front. I glued them in place and I left them to dry.

Then I checked out the front yard. The forsythia is in bloom and there are lots of buds on the lilac. 

I buttoned everything up and went inside. I had to treat the damn cat again. She seems to think anytime she hears the garage door close, she gets a treat.

It was after 7:00 p.m., so I warmed up Evy's shrimp-fried rice. It was excellent! So, I sent Victoria a text, telling her that, (to relay to her Mother) but mentioned I didn't taste any sofrito. She laughed (well, LOLed).

Sidebar: Sofrito is the main ingredient in most all of Puerto Rican food.

I thought I would check Facebook and saw a post from my new cubicle buddy, Courtney. It seemed her younger brother tried to commit suicide but was saved by his dorm (monitor?) 

That immediately took me back 35 fucking years to my sister Anne's suicide. I apparently can't forget that day. So, try as I might, I couldn't fall asleep. Every time I dozed off, I saw horrible shit I didn't want to ever remember again.

Which meant that I finally fell asleep way too late and overslept, leaving me enough time to rush to work, but not enough to write the Blog post.


  1. “I apparently can't forget that day.”

    If you’re ever interested in learning how to deal with that, let me know.

  2. I knew how to deal with it. I drank a lot of bourbon. But that ended for good with my GIRD. It sucks to get old...