Macon Blues

Can’t count on my girlfriend to put my hair in a pony-tail, or scratch my back, except on payday, and can’t count on the Old Cracker down the hall, whom I’ve been tending, to baby-sit my Dog when I get to go to Walmart,
So what’s the advantage of living here with NO BACKUP of any kind?

Had to call the cops yesterday to climb the stairs to her ’ivory tower’ , and check on her at 3PM (heat index 100), as she hadn’t turned on the AC at noon, as is her routine, and wasn’t answering her phone, so I thought she might have been heat-struck and unconscious.

The Lady Cop climbed the stairs, knocked on her door, and Jahnean answered it right away. Said she was fine, but acted like she was totally unaware and unconcerned about me and Lillian baking with NO AC in the heat to the day! Is negligence only a crime if I die here? Poor Lillian would probably be shot to put her out of her grief.

So, It seems to me that I made a BIG mistake coming here to Georgia, only to find out that my friend is dangerously crazier than I thought she was, and that it’s time to make some plans to get back to my desert township by Halloween.

Lillian is miserable, losing weight, suffering hordes of fleas, might not survive the summer, so my only option might be to have her euthanized so I can catch a GreyHound to Pahrump, and board the TecopaShoppingShuttle'BRROOOM'…I’m sure that my Sisterfriend, BonitaLinda will let me sleep on her couch, and help me find a new camp to rent.…OR I could make a stop in Carson City to visit my Motherfriend OkieThelma while she’s still alive. And I wonder if I should stop in Texas to sell my GolfCart to the highest bidder, or raffle it off? Might have to since $600.00 a month from SSI might not cover bus fare all the way, and pay for vet fees, too.


On the other hand, as Queen of Hipi Road, Emeritus…if I could get lucky again, and hook up with another Veteran Hipi or Rainbow Elder, with a dog-friendly camping vehicle who is willing to take a road trip to the Great American Desert and Hot Springs, where there are no leash laws, I could de-flea my Old Sweetheart and load her up, instead of releasing her back out into the infested yard to sicken and die too young. For being a desert homebody for most of her 8 years, she took to being a road dog happily and well, until we got to this hell-hole of a greasy, pestilent, gulf coast summer. If I could get her home she might live another 8.

Anybody out there reading this? Be Aware…I am an old, fat, feminist witch, and my purple-tongued, half-breed Chow, Lillian Weed, is a mind-reader who doesn’t like mean, unhappy people, so if you are an experienced driver with air-conditioning, and the good will to make this voyage, send possibilities, references, phone number, etc. to MorganaSage@gmail.com or 149 Rogers Ave.,Macon,GA 31204 Soonest!

We travel light these days...2 bedrolls, an ice-chest, an herbal medicine bag, and a piggy-backing laptop.