Here are some notes of general thoughts and personal experiences via the “Memo” app of my smart/cellphone.
1838. “Why are you giving your Maw a hard time? Why don’t you apologize to her?” ~Paw. “Because my mouth is bad. Because my attitude is bad.” ~Moi. On the premise that: No one else is speaking with her. So why should I? Perhaps, I should apologize for having a thick blood, like my relatives.
Later on that evening and during dinner, Maw cried: “I have no more children.” I didn’t feel pain, sorrow, or anger. Just wondering when she will wake up and smell the coffee that her Pollyanna world cannot continue to criticize each and every detail that is NOT perfection in her eyes.
Oh, well! It’s my daily bread for living at the home front as a bottom-feeding, free-jack and out of the goodness of two elderly bio-units. She is bold to proclaim that she and the old man are pure of heart. I really do NOT understand her emotions. Bahaha!
1446. Heard low-sounding, slow-flying copter going from left/east to right/west.
1238. Right now, Maw is gagging on her spit and making those weird hacking noises as if to remove something stuck in her throat. As per my reading about weird stuff from a spirit inside an advanced bio-robotic entity, it had mentioned something about allergies brought on by “karma”. So that’s one area y’all have to work on. You can get mad at people, pet, God, the church and take out your silent frustrations on inanimate objects by slamming the cabinets/drawers and dropping dishes/pots/pans. But you allergy sufferers MUST learn to forgive yourself first for being dummies and stop being selfish and mean towards other dummies. Because we are testing your resolve and will make you pay — one way or another — guaranteed.
1159. After I flicked on the electrical switch to a regular light overhead, near/in front of the door leading to the garage, Paw went over to tell me about his black socks and saw that the light was flickering. Of course that is cause by a potential dying bulb or the fact that Maw and her grudge towards me is being expressed as electrical surges. So that’s one area y’all have to watch out or else.
0810. Father Mike talked about how distracted people need to stay focus, especially during the sermons. That’s why there are decorations throughout the parish. These serve as reminders of why they attend “mass”. He ended his sermon about how there is only death with the cross and resurrection. Whatever. Later the lion-faced psycho wouldn’t stop playing with her long, light-brown-colored gray hair. Now her two arms went higher and more outward after the “Lord’s Prayer”.
0740. Just as we entered through the double doors of the parish from the vestibule, psycho “Binh” came from the right of fourth pew that we wanted to sit in. He exited towards the center aisle and towards the center intersection upon which he padded his right jean pocket. I took that as “F-U”. Well, “F-U” reptile! You kids have the face and bugged-out, fish eyes of your wife. Anyway, he was wearing a light-yellow jacket, light blue jeans of the old school and a maroon-colored shirt. I don’t know what he is trying to prove but he is a slob, like his closet. We won’t even go to church dressed down that much. It appears that he and the Squirrel have the mind-set: I don’t care about you and I don’t care what you think about me.” Miss Minh was kind enough to offer her smile and waves up close to the passenger side of our car, just as we were pulling out from the parking lot. I like her attitude. Binh won’t go to heaven soon and will have to make up for the errors of his ways but holding in his flicking tongue.
0735. Maw spat behind me and into the landscape of the parish. Both Paw and Maw walked very slowly as if they didn’t want to walk with me. The hurt soul is still holding a grudge with me after I snapped at her comment about my dropping/cracking the frozen dumplings into the steamer. I am trying to end “my daily bread” of useless criticism that does nothing for her/health. To further add to her misery, Paw has been slower and spacing out. As a result, she has been dumping/throwing things with loud “thuds” around the house. I kept rebuking her frivolous spirit for being stubborn and trying to get attention that it/they do NOT deserve, by the way. I forgot to add that her eyes looked darkness/shrunken in after my frustrated comment. Friggin’ reptiles.
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