It been a weird kind of month.
I must explain. It has been a kind of month that needed a break in between. Sort of a breath. Too many eye-opening moments and too many crazy bullshitting happening. With snow piling up all around in late March. My birthday telling me I'm am older again (48 is kind of big deal)!
Then dealing with some bothersome folks that are scared of growth and getting old. I wonder if there would be a time when some of them would actually understand that their childhood doesn't have to define who they are now.
It kind of started like this:
My parents celebrated 54 years together in February. Although I am not sure of all the details, I know that it is a momentous moment to have been with the same person for 5 decades. I am going 3 decades with my honey, and I wonder where the time was spent. But of course, there has to be someone in the family who insist on killing good vibes and motivation. We have Madame Morbid running off in the mouth with such denseness that it spoil all good rainbows that day. Instead of celebrating all those years of them staying together, the one thing that makes us all family, she chosen to be negative. But what can one expect from someone who lives in the past and is negative about the future?
Then there are the people who are scared of growing old. Those bitter, dense and sad people who hold on to childhood as if it defines who they are now. I wish that they would put down the reality TV show they are mimicking and actually appreciate what they have. It serves no purpose or gains nothing. "For what does it profit a man to gain the whole world, and forfeit his soul? - Mark 8:36
Of course it doesn't help that my mother insists that my father isn't worth the salt he pours on his food. Therefore, she has been having dreams of leaving him. The best news is that she insists that she is moving with Sister PeeWee South. That cracks me up because its the least likely pair of people living together. I have no idea why she thinks this would work, but I know its a relief for me. I am no longer have to worry about her or state of being. As long as Sister PeeWee South doesn't try to die first.
My mother is also in a state of un-repair. But not in health. For 80, I believe she might outlive most of us. But her finances are so jacked up right now. For the life of me I cannot understand why she only has $5.00. It is the middle of March and she gets $800+ every month from my father's retirement. She pays no bills, just buys grocery's. Mind you that's a lot of grocery's for two people if that is where all the money went. Of course there are always extra around who don't contribute to the household. And still others who take from her as if she a Swiss bank. But still there should be something left over other than $5.00.
That brought her undo stress and she is wearing a heart monitor. Yay! That keeps track of her heart for a month and then we can see when she is stressed and determine what the stressor is. Although she almost had a heart attack one morning when she got a beep on the machine telling her to call 911. Instead of calling, she sat in her chair, crying, until Our Lady of Perpetual Pity showed up and called the monitor’s system nurse. It turned out she was pressing the emergency button on the machine most of the night and they were worried the machine was broke. I suspect she was stressed from those intimate times when the beggars and do-nothings come around and bring all their crazy world with them.
Every time those do-nothing fart its a momentous occasion that is either celebrated or cause for concern. Either way an ambulance will be involved to return them to the farm (fake hospital that no one really heard of or seen them in). At which time they cry wolf and expect my parents to pay them for living. This is, again, some sort of reality TV they have tuned into they heads. Believing they are entitled to all that my parents worked for and all that my parents receive. I wonder what these same do nothings will do when 608 is no longer there. What happens when my parents don’t wake up from their afternoon nap? They will have to figure it out, like the rest of us and move on. They will no longer have anyone to “help” them grow the f&^K up and get out do their own ish.
But then I am a dreamer. I always hope that in the future that the sun will shine after every storm and everyone can grow up and be decent humans. Actually help the old people. But I have a feeling that will be a sad day, cause it will only happen when my folks are covered for the last time.... sigh.
