A Day In The Life Of An Ice Storm

So it’s been very cold here. Raining ice. This doesn’t happen often here. Last time I think it got close to this cold was 21 years ago. And it snowed back then. All we got the last 2 days is ice.

My car wouldn’t start. It needs a tune up and the battery’s old and weak. I keep tellin’ myself I’m goin’ to take it into the shop but I don’t. Combination lazy and I don’t want to spend the money.

I haven’t been able to see Joey due to car not runnin’. On the worse day of the year so far, yesterday, when every place of business, including Wal-Mart and McDonald’s was closed, Joey said, “Mom wanted to know if you could watch me coz she has a doctor’s appointment.”

I said, “If she could drop you off here, I’ll watch you. My car won’t let me pick you up. Can’t she take you to the appointment? You’re old enough to sit and behave. Your Mom’s doctor is at the office today?”

He whispered, “I don’t think so. I think she just wants to visit friends and doesn’t want me around.

I thought, “Your mom’s a selfish bitch.”

But I said, “I’m sorry, buddy. I’ll call you later when the car starts.

4 hours later, the car didn’t start. I called Joey anyway, just coz I said I would. No one answered and the phone’s mailbox was full. I put on 2 coats, gloves, a stocking cap, 2 pairs of pants, extra thick socks, grabbed my Black Widow Cane, my Mac Pro and walked 2 and a half miles to the closed for the storm McDonald’s hopin’ their wi-fi was still in operation.

It was. I sat on the wrought iron bench in front of the fast food joint for 3 hours. I stayed there till my ass went numb, my toes froze and my knees did not want to stand.

I forced my sorry self up and started to hobble back toward home. After 5 minutes or so, my body started to cooperate w/ its being in motion and there was a certain bounce to my step. I used my Black Widow Cane to test whether or not the shiny stuff on the street was ice. I took my time and my stroll back home was pleasant and safe.

I put my laptop on the couch. The cane against the wall. I took off my gloves, my coats, my cap and I threw them on the bathroom floor.

I removed my contact lenses, washed my face and went to bed.



About joefingas

I am a songwriter, poet, blues singer, and a boogie woogie piano player. I have a grandson but I have no children of my own. All my women have wised up and left me. I was a bum, a wino, a drug/alcohol counselor, a prevention/intervention specialist and a pretender. I have no more time to pretend.
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