20221019-1316. So my elderly father, still donned with his wide-brimmed rattan hat, hand-made cotton mask by mom, his usual blue slacks, brown worn-out shoes, and regular white t-shirts, reported unto moi that he managed to dig around soil of the fig tree that he chopped down earlier this year and extract the remain, root system, which he said was NOT too deep but shallow.
I asked him: why is your left eye red? Are you possessed by a demon? He claimed that it was the perspiration trickling down from his forehead and onto his eye.
If this is true that his right eye should also have been affected with red color, but it was NOT.
After he was done with that activity and through my opened bedroom window to my left hand side of my computer desk workstation, I could hear his stomp at least twice.
He would stomp very loudly a couple times to shake off any dust attached to his shoes and or pants.
I say that this is a sign of demonic infiltration as he is trying to stomp out his imaginary sins, which is the killing of viable and living plant life!
He actually murdered these trees, thinking that it’s for my convenience when I get older.
It’s really for HIS convenience because he is too lazy like his siblings and most Orientals who refuse to lift a finger to do yard work or any sort of gardening.
Maybe it’s THEIR superstitious belief in fairies and THEIR territories or that THEY simply don’t wanna ruin their acrylic nails, hair, makeup, and expensive clothings.
I do NOT know why he really wanted to destroy any remnants of his past after over four years of blessed relief.
I really should donate any remnants made by mom as I believe my maternal side of the family believes in discarding past memory.
This might be true as I can’t hold on to all memories, cloths, decors, plant lines, and other inanimate objects as I get older.
But to destroy fruit bearing plant life was really a bad move from and by this creature known as my elderly father.
I do know that he and his bloodline don’t like doing hard manual labor or getting their fingers and hands dirty.
My younger brother’s twit wifey refuses to do yard work or any gardening. Y’all can tell the “state of the minds” or sour relationship or energy grid based on the appearance and upkeep of the FRONT YARD, at least.
For any and all relatives, y’all really should do a welfare check on your long-distance siblings to ensure everything is okay. But, no, y’all are too busy and too tired to care or give a damn.
A sister living 300 miles away is no different from a younger brother living one mile away. And yet both fail to visit. See?
So it’s all about perspective because GOD allows the bad, good, and fugly creatures to crop up, infiltrate, uphold, destroy and other stupid and crazy things that goes along with “living” – that the process of dying, really from birth to death.
That’s all. FlynnsPaws.
Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!