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A few minutes ago we received a courtesy phone call from one of Maw’s doctor, who said she needed to take more Vitamin D. This means we are not eating right or getting enough sun.

The symptom she reported was that her thumb(s) would be drawing in together as if a mini-spasm. She would have to `pry` the `cocked` thumb joint  out to remove the `spasm`.

Both Maw and I had that physical condition this Sunday on Mother’s Day. Mine happened on the left thumb.

This morning while eating breakfast, my mind wandered and came across a comparison between the boy and his paternal relatives – ALL of them! I noticed that they handle stress by being, well verbally abusive. I wonder if this condition has something to do with undiagnosed Tourette’s disease.

For example, when old granny is reported to not have many more months to live, the boy called up one day and proclaimed that he would visit her everyday. As per his wife, he has not done such as thing. As a matter of fact the paternal side tends to be verbally convincing, but their actions do NOT match what is really in their hearts. Does that make them bad? Maybe.

In another example, when Maldeath has been confronted with the truth as to why they dumped old granny in the nursing home, she falsely accused and blamed an elderly, disabled relative for her shortcomings. I would call that being verbally abusive. Does that make the nutball any better for passing out the Eucharist at St. Anne’s church?

But I noticed a common pattern. First, these two would go off the wall. But when the accused throws back their anxiety back into their faces in person or into their ear holes via phone, the message is being processed inside their thick skull. Second, they would come back to the object of their projection and ask for forgiveness. These people are forgiven.

The ones that fail redemption are the rest. Those include other paternal nutballs: cousin Shill, auntie Malouse, uncle Dead and the rest from Daly City, Hayward, Chicago, etc.

Happy Mother’s Day! Since I’m not a mother, I’m a pet-sitter to eight parakeets of Maw. The sounds of happy birds making joyful sounds would be:

`Kiss! Kiss! Kissy! Kiss! Kiss!`

Bugsy was especially happy when the twosome came over. He would bob his head up and down while facing one of the cage bars. His eyes would dilate in excitement. This is typical parakeet behavior. I guess all the birds are pretty much happy and they would do the same to self or with each other.

As long as they are FREE to fly around, that’s what make them feel good. It felt good to know the twosome came over, brought food of quiche (spinach artichoke and aged cheddar and broccoli) from Costco, strawberries and mangos.

Right now, it’s storming. The air is cold and the winds hardly blow. Paw and I came back from food run at Kim Tar for chicken fried rice and small yellow, pan-fried noodles. Then we went to 99 Ranch Market for two bunches of bananas and a head of lettuce as a substitute for a organic bag of romaine lettuce, which we usually buy from the Commissary Store in Moffett Field, CA. This is for luncheon at home on Mother’s Day.

Today is Mother’s Day in America. But I fail to see why take one day throughout a mother’s life and celebrate in that fashion. Everyday should be Mother’s Day because as a family, here in particular, it is a 24/7 deal.

You say: `I didn’t sign up for this!` True. But it goes with being a child of a mother-unit. Remember how you came into the world and that’s all that’s matter, whether by love or not, but the fact you’re alive.

Life can be good. Love is evil sometimes. Take time off to remember your mother. A quick phone call. A surprise visit. Or just a thoughtful prayer sent telepathically for forgiveness. After all, a person is only defined by the personality.

Once dementia or senility sets in, that’s it. Yesterday, the three of us visited old granny up in the nursing home in Hayward, CA. Maw stayed in the car and allowed Paw and I time with the old woman.

For about thirty minutes, I conversed with her in English, not caring if she understood the language or through her hearing aid. I tried to jog her memory through repeated words of Paw’s name, mine and Maw’s. But nothing worked, not even an old photograph of a family portrait of her husband and her children.

The sad part is that she kept asking this question for NINE friggin’ times:

`Is it raining?`

Right there, her mind is gone. She is gone but not dead. I kept telling her maybe its her hearing aid. I told her she is in a nursing home. But nothing went through her small skull of little mind left.

I heard Maw ask the same question awhile back. I believe this is the mind deteriorating. The storm inside the brain is probably making raining sounds within. As a matter of fact, the weather right now looks like rain.

The gray clouds are in the skies. The air is cold because the heater would turn on frequently throughout the night. The winds are still and nothing is stirring. To me, this symbolizes sadness of all mother’s with lots of sentiments, mostly hormone-filled, I’m afraid.

So enjoy your mothers and other loved ones, connect with them because frankly we will all die anyway, and make the most of the life’s drama and learn how to LET IT GO and LAUGH IT OFF. If you cannot do these two ideals in bold lettering, then you’re nuts, too.

After noontime, I heard three people bickering online. They could have been Sherry, Len and Art but I am not one-hundred percent sure if my bad hearing has interpreted what has been said. Here are some interesting stuff:

• There were only three people listening.
• These people walked away.
• People got mad!
• So don’t tell me I have an attitude.
• It’s not about my parents.
• I’ll walk out.
• I dare you.
• You had five weeks to take a look at it.
• So I was late 15 to 30 minutes.

Meh! What can be said, except things happen?

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I recall Junior Pandoy (my paternal grand-uncle) up in Daly City, CA. Long ago, he called Paw to attend some sort of party. The phone call was VERY rare because those ingrates hardly call us here in San Jose, CA.

Anyway, the guy offered Paw a free ride back and forth! Now right there was a red flag. But Paw bumped him off in his usual loud and insensitive way, knowing it was about selling “the [Purple] Mangosteen“, which is possibly a scam product . It’s almost like those selling Herbalife®, which may also be another scam product.

Again, people are interested to learn and try new things. Most are gullible like moi but some can figure out if something is wrong. The worse that could happen is death. And for those who is willing to take the risk like moi, then it’s fair game. But then there is always, a way out.

Like the Mexicano had told us about what he told his son:

`Just turn away from a fight. It’s not worth getting hurt`.

Maybe the ones who have been down and out or between a rock and a hard place seem to know better than those who are so wealthy and intelligent. Plus, they know when to stop.

Addendum-8 May, 2010 @ 16:47 by Flynn: Many years ago, I recall `a speculator` who had brought a small box (the size of one HHG) from America Samoa. I asked what was in it. He claimed it to be some stuff for his Noni (or Nonu) juice products. It was a business he wanted to pursue. Again, my feeling was that of another scam product. Just eat normal food, people! Sheesh!