My dog is a veloci raptor

I may have to cut this little shin-ding short. My dear dog, Federico has, like any good raptor, found a weakness in the fence system. He is getting out. TWICE he's been out. TWICE his guardian angel has put him back with me.

Now I may have to cut this trip short because I am not going to put Jeff through this mess. 

Mom hates it - she has decided to dive head long into cooking something for me to take. A complicated dish. One that takes all fracking day.

Dad is trying to maintain.

Mom is now in the bathroom. I know she is crying.

Damn.

My addiction

I heard it. And my heart raced. My blood pressure went up. My anxiety level rose, ever so slowly, to greet it.

The familiar heart beat, clock ticking, beeping sound.

I think I even salivated a bit.

My addiction began two or three seasons ago. At first it was all the action. Then the intrigue and betrayal. Then the finding of the weak sniveling ones. The getting rid of the ones against THE ONE. Then the resolution, which brought sadness as well as joy. Which brought action like never before, but a deep sorrow that Jack would not be coming back next week. 

It drove me mad to think that I would have to wait for a whole year. That there would be no repeats. That Monday nights would feel so empty without the heart beat, clock ticking, beeping sound.

But now it is back and my addiction has kicked in. I feel it. I feel the need for the heart beat, clock ticking, beeping sound. I feel the need for Jack Bower. I feel the need for intrigue and action. I feel the need to find the easy, wimpy, sniveling targets that must disappear.

Its coming back. And I am all the happier for it.

Go check out the first "episode." If you are addicted, it will all rush back.

Wow

I am SO damned confused these days. Like today . . . we went to Mass then off to a friend's house for late lunch (around 2 PM). The lunch was full of great caribbean flavor (food, spices and music). The talk turned to how good the people in that silly little island have it. So while I am having a conversation about New York, New York (the city so nice they named it twice) and Broadway, etc. I can hear the music shaking me in my hips because its all I can do not to dance right there.

Then back here to mom and dad's.

Then off to my sister's to see a movie that, well, belongs to my parents and my niece Anamaría borrowed - so basically I told mom you are going to see your movie at their house.

And then off to get some meds for mom.

And back here.

And all the while my mind keeps going places. First the caribbean. Then OKie land. The Austin (the store reminded me of ATX). Then back out in the cold to see mom and dad. Back here to my bedroom/dad's office . . . I miss my waterbed so damned much!

At least they are doing well. Mom and dad are fine. They ARE getting old. Dad is slowing down a lot and the stuff he is taking is making him fatter and slowing him down more. Mom is still moving right along.

I keep looking around and thinking . . . one day . . . the phone call I dread . . . "Your dad has died" Cause I honestly believe he will go first.

Who knows? I've been wrong before.

For real?

I know they are supposed to be somewhat realistic . . .

but nipples on the guys mannequins?

And pointy too?

Bizarre.

More mannequin fun

Been a while, I know. I have to add these pictures before I catch you up with more stuff.

So I went to Macy's in OK City. 

Is she giving me the stink eye? I mean, honestly. That is so damned rude!