So for about one friggin’ hour, Paw called long distance. He shared stories with the guy and the guy in turned shared stories with Paw. I’ve recently added the “long-distance relative” to my Facebook account. He’s a noise-maker for all I care.
Besides his former employment as a teacher, he read a Mason’s bible in which they don’t believe in the “Hail Mary” and as he put it has been more or less “orchestrated”. He is into Tai Chi and found healing by simply visiting the Padre Pio website. The guy is full of it, really.
As usual Maw pissed off when I tried to insert my conversation and twisted interpretation. Old timers are more irritable. I wonder how parents could have endured with much patience are when we were once kids and now vice versa, meaning moi, with little patience! She needs her chill pill.
Anyway, now Paw is talking long distance, which is probably forwarded overseas. It was all because a relative passed out at church and he doesn’t have appetite to eat. So Paw, being the “nice” nephew to the old guy, is calling to find out how the old fart is doing. He’s the youngest brother of five siblings of my late paternal grandmother.
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