The past week or so has been a bit ragged. I've decided to make this the new theme music for the blog, for a bit! ;-)
Things started to go sour around Easter. My mom sent me this email from her cell phone, and it had a video of how her house was all fixed up for an Easter family get together. She spent a fortune having it catered, little ceramic rabbits on the table, the whole nine yards. My mom is totally wrapped up in the church, especially since my dad died. Just to tease her, I sent back an email that said the place really looked good, but that it was a shame that she spent so much money, as Easter had been cancelled this year, because they found the body.
What I didn't know was that she had sent the same damn email to all her church group friends, her pastor, and that crowd. Somehow or other, when I sent my email , it went to everybody she sent the original too. And I got this frantic email saying "Harry, that went to all my friends!!!!!!!!!" with lots of exclamation marks in case I didn't get the point. Also, I got missives from my brothers and my sister about sending a joke like that to mom.
So I emailed them back and said I didn't work for any of these people who were upset, and I didn't owe them any money, so I didn't care a Tinker's Damn if they were mad or not. You know what they say about people who can't take a joke. >;-(
Then I lost my wallet. I was sitting in the Jeep outside Walmart, straightening it out, then I went inside. Got in there, and didn't have it any more. Went back outside, and it wasn't by the car. Time was, I'd have been sure someone would just turn it in, but that didn't happen. So now I am going through cancelling debit and credit cards, getting a new insurance card, getting a new drivers license and concealed carry permit, etc. etc. What a pain in the rear. I bought myself a "trucker" wallet with a chain on it, so this shouldn't happen again.
Then M got hurt at the kids. She was trying to carry boxes up the stairs, after the kids' told her absolutely not to do that, and of course she fell down the stairs. At our age, you don't do that without some consequences. I've got her home now and she's just got to take it easy until she feels better. At least she's home, and we do have decent health insurance that will pick up some of the expenses. I know she wanted to help, but I can't believe she did that.
Next I get an email telling me my sister is getting married again! What! She's been a widow for 12 years now. She was married to a good guy, a Captain in the Marine Corps, but he died young. Now she's 62 and she's getting married?
She dated a retired Army helicopter pilot for awhile, then she met this guy. He lives across from my brothers beach house out in Oregon. He's some kind of Marine Engineer, whatever the hell that is.
I can't figure it. Seems disloyal, somehow. I wonder how her kids feel about it. Not that hot, I'd imagine.
It's going to be a small wedding, which is just as well because I'm not getting on an airplane to go out there for it.
I hope she's got sense enough to keep their finances separate, because if it doesn't work out it will make things a lot easier on her in terms of splitting the sheets.
If M dies, I'm not interested in getting married again, ever. I told her she could get herself a new husband if she wanted once I croak, but she didn't seem enthusiastic about the prospect.
Things are getting worse in town. Yesterday, I saw two guys walking down the street that were right out of a horror movie. Mid twenties, long, lanky nasty dreadlocks all the way down their backs. Rear ends hanging out of their saggy britches. Glaring , "in your face" at everybody that drove by. It was like being on Spring Street in Atlanta. Get out of the car at the grocery store , and you find Vietnamese parked next to you. People shouting and arguing in the Burgher King, in Chinese.
Unpleasant things are happening up here that have never happened before. I was listening to the scanners, and heard dispatch sending deputies out to a woman's house. She came home and her house had been vandalized. The exact word the dispatcher used was "destroyed." The place was totally wrecked, with "gang signs" sprayed on the walls. This was just a modest house owned by an old woman who worked in town. She couldn't have done anything to "offend" this trash. They were just having a little fun.
It leaves you with a feeling of dread, all these goings on. I wonder how long it will be before something really horrific happens, and who it will happen to?
And just to top things off, tomorrow is my birthday. I hate birthdays with a passion. You get to be my age, and it starts creeping into your mind that maybe you won't make it to the next one. I know Tewshooz will castigate me for having a bad attitude on the subject, but there it is.
The other issue with age is "can I keep things together and under control up here?" It gets harder to do with each passing year.
This has been an interesting week, that's for sure. A few more like it and it will finish me off.
How about a little upbeat music?