You think something is heard.Something is seen out of the corner of your eyes,a dark fleeting shadow.
It is real,not your imagination.
You did hear something.You did see it.
That feeling of being watched.
Hair on the back of your neck rising.
A cold chill down the spine.
Be very afraid.
We have been warned of this.Consider our self lucky as things that will come will happen have already been presented to us for all who will read, prepare, believe.
Evil walks this earth.All of the vile demonic acts that the mind can imagine are happening right this moment.
Here at the OFH(old folks home)they check our vitals quite often,bp,temp,pulse.
Seems night time is the most regular time for checking room 31 usually just after dozing.
Maybe the reason for that is we are most relaxed.
Well sometime last night I was awaken,time for vital checks making sure we are amongst the living and not one of those walking dead zombie folks,we have'm here and maybe one day soon will write about them.
60/40 was my bp,second check was even lower 53/over something.
Feeling okay ?Yes I answered.
Since I was talking and coherent no need for a trip to the ER or as the nurse said morgue.
Going to check it again around 7 am she said.
She did and guess what?
This time bp was 163/70.Way to high for me.
Since it was about time for morning meds no action was taken.
I was alive,talking,joking around and most of all hungry for breakfast.
Later on in the day I had the pleasure off seeing the eye doctor.
When did doctors get so young,she looked every bit of 18.
My visit lasted only a few minutes.
Now get this she took a pair of tweezers and took something called plugs and put them in the inside corner of each eye.
I have heard of tire plugs,chewed a few plugs of Bull of the Woods tobacco but never of these eye plugs.
After thinking about this curious I was.
Seems they prevent watery eyes.
Maybe this will be good.
I tend to be sentimental about some things and when alone the tears can flow easy.
That is why I avoid any singing of Gospel songs when people come here and sing.
If you wonder what living at the old folks home is all about compare it to daycare not for your children but for your parents.
There are many similarities.
Diapers don't separate the young from the old.
No teeth can be a problem.Some have to have pureed food like babies who eat food from a jar.
Temper tantrums.You have heard of the terrible twos wait till the naughty necked nineties start.Why old folks get the urge to take their clothes off in public is a mystery.
By the way the day you walk or more likely are rolled through the front door of the OFH(old folks home)you just leave your modesty at that door.Just about every Nurse and CNA has seen my hiney by now.It's nothing personal.
Old folks can be mean.
Don't think cause we are old some of them won't hurt you.They scratch,kick,bite(well some of them)and take swings at you good as any two year old.
If they where furry and cuddly and make cute little sounds maybe I would feel different.
Never has a snake hurt me.
Several times they have scared me.
Once as a little boy I almost stepped on a rattler that was coiled up ready to strike.Most likely I would have reached down and picked it up but Daddy seemed fit to use extreme prejudice on the snake with a garden hoe.
One close encounter with a snake we met up and I guess it was just as scared of me as I was of it.It ran one way and me the other.
Hunting one fall with Daddy,leaned up against a tree,slithering over the brown golden orange leaves I seen a big snake headed straight for us.
Daddy I see a snake.
He never seen it,he out run me back to the car,by the way he had a gun leaving his little boy to catch up with him.
Aunt Lema was bit by a rattler picking black berries and almost died.
Maybe that fear of snakes is inherited.
I think facing a bear would be more pleasant than facing a snake.
Guess what we had for supper today...think real hard you can do it...take a few minutes to think about your answer...you are a genius Einstein...chicken legs.
I read with interest about a truck loaded with frozen chickens that wrecked recently.
Abandoned at birth raised by a woman you called Grandma who wasn’t any blood connection.
On your own at 17 living on the streets of Ohio.Eating out of dumpsters,sleeping in cars.
A forced abortion by family.Given a plane ticket to New York City alone you traveled fighting all the way till the end of baby Jonathan’s life who you loved and wanted.
I think, no ,I know that part of your life never left your presence.Till the end that guilt and pain was always with you.
Then the fire that took away your husband’s and brother’s life that October night.
Your two girls and son where your life.
What I will always remember about you was that smile.Each time I seen it you reminded me of a precious innocent little baby that I wanted to hold and protect.
Women on choppers Not messin with them Women on choppers like to fight Kick hit and bite Women on choppers Leave them be Women on choppers They are kinda cute to me
