Almost Midnight

It is after Eleven O’clock now here where I live and the day that was is about to become the day that was and will never be again. That might sound a little convoluted as far as logic is concerned but then that also represents my eccentrically bio-algorithmic way of thinking.

So I got my 1,890 calories in finally — it is a bitch trying to track every bite that enters my mouth but that is what is required as I am recovering from a nearly fatal affliction and diet is key to rebuilding the colon that was almost destroyed by my cdif attack. I am in my 12th week of recovery now and am advancing very nicely. I am finally able to eat almost everything I want. My friend, Jimmy, and I went to the local donut shop this afternoon after my visit with my doctor at the VA Medical Center and we got donuts …..For the first time since the beginning of October, I can finally eat a plain cake donut and I think that is swell.

It’s only a few days now until I get my monthly portfolio check which will help immensely to soothe my overblown ego.

I remember, before my bankruptcy back in 1978, that I had a Million Dollar credit rating– and you know what? I don’t even miss it because by the Grace of God, I somehow managed to rebuild my credit and create a new fiscal base for myself that provides me with virtually everything I ever want. (Just on a much smaller scale than before.) Still enough to afford a few steaks now and then, some eating out (Well I will be able to eat out in a few weeks or a couple of months from now…..) —- I have more clothes than any man would ever need —and i am going to clean that massive walk in closet out one of these days and discard some of the more than a Hundred shirts that I have accumulated, some of the older pairs of trousers….I already dumped about a dozen dress suits ….gave them to the local Goodwill store.

I did allow myself a small luxury this month — I bought a couple of bottles of Tom Ford cologne.

Some of my vast horde of faithful readers tell me they like to read my stories about my childhood. So I guess I can say a few words here about one of those:

I was just a kid, a Seven-year-old kid and I was visiting Mrs. Jones at her big house at the end of our country lane.

This particular day old Man Bennett was up on some scaffolding painting Mrs. Jones’ house.

I talked with him until he became a little angry and told me, “Go away, kid, can’t you see that I am busy?”

Well, I was a precocious brat and I got a little mad and i pushed one of the ladders that held the scaffolding over and the whole damned thing collapsed.

Mr. Bennett had he dexterity and presence of mind to get himself up on the roof of the house before the whole scaffold came tumbling down. It started with a small “Creaking sound and some minor vibrating and he must have known what was coming.”

No harm done — just to his ego maybe because I never heard such a tirade of curse words as i heard from Mr. Bennett that day.

I know he must have finally gotten down alright…..as for me, I just left him on the roof and walked home.

I wasn’t one of Mr. Bennett’s favorite kids after that fateful day.