The People Behind My Eyes

Applause to me for seeking support.

I was sitting here crying over my keyboard on the verge of electrocuting myself because water and keyboards don’t mix. I decided to get up and go over to my neighbor UK’s house. Come to find out she is having some not so good thoughts of her own. I just kinda showed up. I didn’t call or anything, I just showed up. I thought, hell, I need some support. I’m not waiting for it to come to me I need to go after it.

I went over and hung out. We talked a bit and then watched a bit of a movie, I watched her cook, we exchanged recipes. I hugged her 5 cats, talked to her kids, chatted with her husband, stole a cook book and a loaf of bread then came home. It was nice. (her husband is a baker. he brought home a huge amount of bread for his family and friends. I was quite grateful.) She said she really needed someone to talk to that night so I’m really happy I got off my tearful bum and went over there. I didn’t even call first. I just walked my little self right on over there and rang the doorbell. She said she didn’t recognize me. I didn’t respond to that. She said even when she looked me dead in the face she didn’t realize it was me until I started talking. Shesh ! I knew I was all tore-up but goodness. I think my eyes were a bit swollen too because of the said thwarted keyboard mishap.

Even though it’s cold as all get out that woman will grill out. She and I stood there all wrapped up and protected from the weather as she poked at steaks on the grill. The guy across the street was peeping at us through his garage window. He’s an odd ball, very odd.

I came back home and went through my daily goals, all of which I completed except for eating dinner. I had a slice of cinnamon raison bread. It was nasty. I should have baked it myself instead of letting the bread maker take a shot at it. “He” (the bread maker) wonders why I love his brother Kitchen Aid mixer more.

I kept my date with Antonio Benderas and now I’m off to bed.

Austin