PIECE of CAKE

Good Meowwwnin everybody…

Now if you haven’t yet figured it out I am an animal lover but more specifically a cat lover and that my friends just happened.. It evolved when MY very first cat Leo pierced my heart in such a magical and never going back kinda way…But that blog is for another time..

A PIECE of CAKE is about my father George, Sonny, Bro, etc. from where? That’s right folks Eugenia Street in New Bedford Massachusetts..Yes, Yes, Yes, we all know this now, and if you don’t you do now..And that’s a great thing because my father as you have noticed has played a very instrumental key role in/on the person that I am today…A very kind, and thoughtful person, a patient person, a person who has the ability to fix things and put things together and while doing the such I have no idea how I know how to do it, etc. for I just do as it oddly just comes naturally so thank you, Dad!!!  Let’s give a big shout out to my Dad yo!!!!

Ok so as we get older, yes all of us are getting older by the second tickety tok, tickety tok as the minutes tick on here some of us are older than us and we are older than others but younger than others yata yata yata… So my dad has to get his blood tested once a month (let me clarify this he is SUPPOSED to do that but does he? Well, that’s a good question and another story haha) at what we call the coumadin clinic club.  He is on a blood thinner called warfarin and the purpose of getting his blood tested every month is to make sure that his levels aren’t too high and/or too low…A perfect number range is between 2 and 3…So if his numbers are too high it means his blood is too thin won’t coagulate and that is not a good thing because essentially he could bleed out and if the numbers are too low it means that it is too thick sludge-like and that could cause a plethora of other scenarios which also aren’t good. Ok so easy enough taking him to get it done..As you are all familiar with the proto call of going to any clinic… we go into the clinic get through the grueling formalities hence allowing us to advance to next level of getting signed in and then basically waiting for them to say the magical word “George” at which point he usually leans over to me asking me “Did they just call me?” “Yes dad they sho did, now up and at ’em, chop-chop as he gets up and gives a big smile to the “bloodsucker” only to re-emerge moments later saying his branded very iconic line….  “PIECE OF CAKE” as he is seen pointing his finger in front of everybody….I know ya all are dying to see the picture so without further ado…

and naturally, we laugh and carry on out of there faster than we came in..In fact as I ponder the such he has quite the pep in his step as we are walking out the door with his cane as opposed to going into the clinic…Amazing how that works..Anyhow in the interim, while we are waiting for them to call him in “George” we rap about anything and everything..I usually show him the latest pictures I have taken with my phone…We discuss politics etc. which I can with my dad because why people he is my dad…In fact people we should all be able to talk politics being on the same page or not being on the same page but not get all kinds of ridiculously heatedly stupid over it because why people lets not forget that our beautiful country allows us freedom of speech…Freedom of speech people..Now swallow that for a few… Ok enough of that now moving on…

Ok now focusing on my dads coined coumadin club quote.. “piece of cake” lets kinda dissect this quote here for the question is, is it a piece of cake driving/getting Mr. Daisy as I refer to him as (another great movie, by the way, called Driving Miss Daisy a must-see) there not some much at times ha.  For let’s call it what it is he can be a force to reckon with at times I gotta be honest with you.  I have to literally tell him prep him a week prior to “Dad next week we have to go visit the club” I try to spin it in a way making it sound glamourous by calling it the club ha..And of course, he is on his obliging A game at the time “No problem what day” but then when “said” week approaches he gets a bit lippy with me, a bit of a challenge I might say…”Ahh, I don’t feel like going today, Chrissy.” And then the song and dance goes this way… “Why dad, I drive you all you have to do is get into the car and out of the car, etc..I know its a pain but you have to do it…”..I know the steps leading up to it is a pain but we are not in a rush you have to walk slow using your gorgeous cane for everyone to stare at and drool over…I have the patience of a saint this amazing quality I inherited from you.. I NEVER rush you as no one should EVER rush the elderly by the way they have a lot of aches and pains and have to roll slowly and wisely as to avoid falling down etc…Especially going downstairs…I tell my dad like a drill Sargent look at your feet when stepping up or down to make sure you are seeing the step and not dragging your feet we can’t have any carelessness here hence why the drill Sargent in me comes out…ha And lets NOT forget people tickety tock here someday we will be the elderly needing guidance…We are not exempt from it..And FINALLY dad the coup de grace here is ya get to spend quality time with me how fantabulous is that and vice versa which makes it ALL worthwhile..Am I right?  Of course I am..  Ok good so with all of the above said be ready to roll on Tuesday as we are going to hang out at the “club”…haha

And as always thank you, Jesus…And stay true to you and always speak your truth. And NEVER NEVER roll over and play possum…For nothing will get solved by doing the possum dance..