The current time is 05:54PM and we have finished washing the car. The laundry is being done to wash away the dirt and grime we’ve gotten while ago. At around 05:30PM and closer inland, a high flying plane made its way from north to south and laid its double trail cloud. At 05:43PM, the trail cloud did not stick. I am sick and tired of you people copying each other!
Any way, I had to take my long shower after doctoring the parakeets and eventually found myself napping with my eyes closed on my bed. At 05:00PM I heard ‘Kali-Maw’ holler from downstairs, ‘Let’s clean the car!’ Darn it! I had to get up and do the right thing in life and go with the flow. This means if poop, which is cleaning the cars, has to happen, let it be.
I tried to clip on my hair behind my head clumsily; made my way downstairs slowly as each knee cap unhinged from its frozen state; got the outdoors slippers to wear; got the keys to ‘Shiva-Paw’s car and found ‘Kali-Maw’ was already hosing down my car. ‘Shiva-Paw,’ for whatever reason, stood by like a robot and didn’t budge. So I reversed his car from the garage to the driveway and we all proceeded to wash the car.
‘Kali-Maw’ and I had to holler at ‘Shiva-Paw’ to commence the cleaning of his car as he stood in the middle of the garage a few more minutes. I think we are all getting older. And I’ve noticed that we are slowing down more recently. These simple instructions, like get the sponge; start washing and dry the car, are all that older folks like ‘Shiva-Paw’ will need to function normally in the years to come. He’s a good man but sometimes it’s hard to think for each other. I believe this is what is referred to as ‘teamwork.’
Oh my god! And I’ll be the one to care of my parents since ‘Squirrel-Ling’ is the younger from me and, well, he happens to enjoy himself ‘selfishly’ more without interferences from us. That figures! I think I mentioned this issue in my previous blogs but girls happen to be the ones to care for their parents; while the guys move on with their lives and wives and all because of ‘spit’. That’s what I believe is true! He’s a good boy, though. Oh my god!
Tomorrow will be another day at work and another dose of reality with my other family. I do not know where they got the idea that working is a second family. I’m not really close with the people I work with and that’s because I would feel hurt to get too close when the time comes to say goodbye.
I know there will be a time when I have to leave the company and that have better be soon. This is based on my biological clock, which is telling me I better make children because my bodily parts are beginning to hurt and weaken. Also, my patience is wearing thin as I complain like anyone older fart about working too hard. I really should not complain because there are dirtier jobs out there.
Well, ‘Kali-Maw’ hollered again from downstairs to announce dinner time. ‘Time to eat!’ And so it is.
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