My Life

So, eight days without depression; cool, but strangely, even father has not managed to get a rise out of me (and he is the frustrating one, no really he is).

For example, a few days ago I watered the flower bed, by the back of (and against) the  house. It is one of those drip hoses, and so I just left it on for about a half an hour, then turned it off before I left for work. By the way that wall leaks, you see the house has cracked basically in half, a few years ago father fixed the crack at the front of the house. Pulled the wall and insulation down and filled the crack (when dry) with silicone glue.

Sometimes it is nice having someone there who does know about that stuff. I don’t think that he will do the same to the rear wall, as every now and then he stops doing things that become too hard for him (like his woodwork), and I know better than to embarrass him by asking, when something becomes to hard, it just wont get done Until I can hire someone.

I will give him credit as many guys would just keep on until they got hurt. One day I will relate a story that altered my life and taught me about mortality. About when my grand gather tried to fix one thing to much because of male pride and, well, I understood that they are all,,, mortal. Yeah, I wasn’t a child, but, it still chills me,

Anyhoo, father chose that morning to water that flower bed, and left it on until I got back home. Water had seeped into the basement and well then the rug really smells until it dries out.

Like stuff  happens, no biggie,,, except.

When I got home, the first words out of my fathers mouth were, you are why the carpet is wet! You should have told me you had watered the flower bed.

Well sir, this (after a hard day of avoiding work), is the type of thing that would usually set me off; but not after the grapefruit!

I told father that maybe he should water when we are both there, so he doesn’t forget to turn it off, it is easy to forget that the water is on, I have done it also.

No anger, no scene, no hurt feelings (on either side), and still no depression. I  like this grapefruit and its effects. I have had eight days of blissful rest, and before you start saying that it is all in my mind; who cares! I am happier, father doesn’t seem to be getting on my nerves, and be it the grapefruit “leveling out my insulin levels, or just the “placebo” effect, life is good for Glenn, my puppy (and father).

I worked (at Goodwill) with a doctor of botany, who visited his wife (in Canada) for 3 months a year, and worked there to spend more time with her. Yes, they were devoted to each other, but after a life of travel, she wanted to stay here and they were together for three months a year. Well, that is the short story, but is is a good story, and they were super people.

He and his wife took bamboo in water every day to prevent diabetes, perhaps it works the same way as grapefruit. I have asked health store people and doctors about this, but they just scoff and laugh. Mind you, after seeing what the grapefruit has done for me, maybe I should persist and try to learn more.

Oh yes, apparently the same thing is in dark chocolate, so enjoy without guilt (I certainly will)!

Be happy, be good to others and remember to be good to your selfs

Glenn

Ps. we always hear about women running to the chocolate (or chocolate ice cream)when they get dumped and are depressed, This just makes me think.

Extra Ps. I was just getting another coffee and the woman at the counter had very distinctive and nice earrings. I asked where she got them and she said “Peru”, being a really bad flirt I said, oh, can you  “Peru-ve” it.

Yes, once again I sent a nice woman running, I think I need some better jokes.

Bye