Current location:	The Homestead
Current mood:	nervous
Current music:	"The Damned Don't Cry" by the Immortal Lee County Killers
Entry tags:	driving, stress

Driving Buddy . . .

Patrick Starfish, safely ensconced in the G-Mobile.

This is Patrick. He rides in the G-Mobile with me every day. I got him remaindered for $3 at Books-A-Million a few weeks ago when buying a hello kitty themed gift card for the recently departed GS (Graphics Specialist). This was shortly after Mel(ody) and I made a Friday night pilgrimage out to the house of her adjunct teaching buddy Reverend Jim. He has a twin bed and no furniture in his living room so we hung out in the dining room. I had taken my own low-slung lawn chair to sit in. Sitting on one low bookshelf were a set of model buildings, great skyscrapers of the world. The Sears Tower. Others from foreign countries. Asian countries, they have a ton of tall buildings. Each of the buildings has light bulb inside that can be turned on to softly illuminate some of the windows, much like the buildings that make up the backdrop on the set of Matthew Crouch's talk show on TBN. RJ says that at night he'll lay on his bed in the living room with the lights off and his buildings' lights on and he'll talk to the people in them. "Go home," he tells them, "you've worked hard enough for today. You can go get some sleep now." He also has an unhealthy fixation on Jennifer Love Hewitt in The Ghost Whisperer. (Reverend Jim, that is. Not Patrick.) 

I talk in an affected high-pitched reedy voice to Patrick while scratching his stomach with one finger when going to and from work. "C'mon, driving buddy," I say in the mornings. "We've got a hard a day of work ahead of us. Let's get started!" At the end of day I'm happy to tell him, "C'mon, Patrick. We've worked hard enough today. Time to go home and get some rest, driving buddy." As we went to Austin Friday and I was getting Patrick squared away, Mel(ody) said, "You know, you could talk to me that way and touch me." But, when I used the voice on her and scratched at her leg with the one finger she recoiled. Recoiled! She's acquired the need to talk to her dad Butch concerning this. But, just look at Patrick's beaming face! There is a guy with the right kind of attitude to make it through this world in a fine fashion!

Enjoy your Sunday off, Patrick! We've got a long ol' week of work ahead of us!