Archive for November 5, 2014

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5 November 2014

“Good morning Chuck,” I said, “did you enjoy having lunch with your daughter yesterday?”

“My daughter? I went for lunch with my lady friend. My daughter has been staying with me and she makes a damned mess. I wish she’d get a place of her own. I want my place to myself. I don’t know how she collects so much junk. I hate throwing stuff out, you never know when it might be useful, but I did get rid of some stuff. The good news is, I found a lottery ticket that I had misplaced. I’d been looking for it for a couple of months. It got to the point that I couldn’t remember if I actually bought it or not, but I have it now.”

“Did you win anything?”

“I haven’t taken it back to the store to check. I know, for sure, that one time I won two million dollars. They even announced on TV where the ticket was purchased and when, but I couldn’t find my ticket. While I was still drinking I knew this couple. He was an alcoholic, she was a prostitute. He figured that if they saved their money together, eventually they could buy a small corner store where they both could work. In time it happened, they got their store and they were selling lottery tickets. This was before the laws were so strict. They found out how to determine the winning tickets before they were sold. They’d let anyone win the five and ten-dollar prizes, but the big ones they’d save for their friends. There were reports in the newspaper of how many lottery ticket sellers were winning huge jackpots. The Lottery Commission investigated and changed a lot of the rules. They also encouraged buyers to sign their tickets. I always sign my ticket.

“Another thing I found are photos of two dogs I had, Patches and D-4 (D for dog). Patches was laying on the couch. The cat was on top of him trying to swat his head. Patches was rolling over, trying to swat the cat. They got along well together. D-4 lived to be eleven years old. One morning I noticed that she’d lost control of her kidneys, so I knew it was near the end. I phoned the kids, two of them came over to say their goodbyes. Then I walked her towards the vet’s office. She wasn’t on her leash, but the road was clear. I stepped off the curb and she ran ahead. Suddenly, a car pulled around the corner. I yelled,’D-4, stay!’ She stopped right where she was. The car stopped. The driver leaned out of the window and said, Sir, You’ve got a well-trained dog there!’ Then we continued on to the vet, so she died with a compliment.

“How have you been feeling lately?” I asked.

“I’ve been fine. Goldie’s  been fine. I was afraid that she’d re-injured the leg that was operated on. She’d been limping a bit. I took her to the vet. He said that there was no damage, but he gave me a prescription for painkillers that I’ve been giving her with her food. He also gave her a yearly shot and pulled one of her teeth. That came to $68.00. I don’t trust those guys. I kept a close eye on her teeth, they seemed fine to me.

“Anyway, her leg is feeling a lot better. In the hot weather she was lethargic, but now she’s eager to go for walks. Her tail is held high, her little bum wiggling. That’s how I can tell she’s happy.

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