Listening duet with rickyskaggs.com and his wife, with Huckabee accompanying on his bass. Sounds good, soothing. This is the type of country music I could handle/appreciate. He has silver hair now. But the cable channel would show his hair as red, and probably from the stage lights.
With regards to Dad, he has early form of dementia. Dad busied himself with fertilizing the fruit trees and veggies. This was after eating a late lunch from 1500-1530.
But when Mom and I were hungry for a late dinner around 2000 p.m., Dad misunderstood. He kept insisting that we already ate dinner and he threw away that day’s trash!
Yesterday, I decided to initiate Christmas decoration! That’s right! I celebrate this Satanic holiday because Mutha Fucka finally came out of her bedroom upstairs and joined us downstairs.
I wanted to distract her from hurt feelings. I did enjoy having CONTROL over the pace of unloading the plastic storage containers of decorations and the placements thereof. I gave Mom the easy stuff: straightening out the fake tree branches.
At 1500, we were finished. I was already sitting down on Mom’s barcalounger chair when Dad reported that he was tired and ranted to continue decorating tomorrow and went to bed to rest.
Mom and I noticed how his posture is failing. He used to stand erect as in the military. But just this year he slouches, especially during morning masses. Tonight, he would sit like a kidney bean during the recitation of our daily rosary.
So now we are watching a new version of Conan the Barbarian. It’s in Spanish. I don’t understand a word of Spanish. Stupid show. All reptilian fighting, violence, death, blood, gore. Nonsense yet entertaining.
Anyway, I’m almost finished with scanning and archiving old invoices, work orders, receipts, notes, business
cards, manuals, etc. There are only two more folders for the Mazda and Benz and Dad can shred the rest.
As for Das Squirrel, he wants to fly. He didn’t return Mom’s voicemail of appreciation. That’s how three Chinese operate, I guess – by ignoring such recognition. Huh. Culture.
We attended the first morning mass and saw Chuck and Ching, or as Dad recently discovered, sounded like Chuck E. Cheese. I recognized Chuck from behind but not Ching because she had her hair up. Weird.
I have more rants but they are on my smartphone notes.
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