I knew Myrtle. She always dressed very nicely, complete with necklace and earrings to match her outfits every day. She was from MN and she came from a family of 10 children. Or maybe it was 12. Her dad left the family to run the farm, while he disappeared. She said they were so poor they ate popcorn for at least one meal a day.
She had a male friend who was also from MN and also Charlie’s best friend. This guy had gone to spend some time with her one night, said he wasn’t feeling well and complained of chest pains. She wanted him to stay the night but he felt he should go home. He didn’t answer the phone when she called him the next morning and when she went to his apartment, she found him dead.
The flip side to all this loss is that the drug dealer who took a shine to me (because I had commented on his Corvette) absolutely hated Charlie for some nebulous reason, and if we were sitting at the gazebo when this guy came to check his mail, he would always yell at Charlie. So Charlie would just turn his back.
Well, now it seems that Reggie is Charlie’s BFF! Strange workings! He did tell me that if a person has Humana health services that UPS will deliver enough food for a month. I don’t know how accurate that is, but it’s a nice gesture.
I probably would have slept in if the alarm hadn’t been set. It seems to be the only I can keep my sleep patterns close to normal. If I wake up before the alarm rings, then I know I’m rested. Within an hour, anyway. :o]
I was on the sofa with three blankets.
Off to dress for the dermatologist. (Sweats, easy-off so they can tell me if anything on my skin is likely to kill me this year. I don’t have time for anything that doesn’t kill me quick, like a dump truck!)