Maw and Paw worked hard today to vacuum, mop and clean up the parakeets’ poop from the floor and sliding door. Maw pruned the dead branches and dried leaves from her potted plants and water the dried soil, too. She harvested fruits and thank the pomelo and persimmon trees.
I tried to show appreciation by thanking them under my breath. I was too dazed from work and crying several times throughout the day and during my lunch walk. The sunshine was out and the skies were crispy and blue. One almost heart-shaped, sylph appeared around 1:15pm as I made my way back from a clockwise roundabout through the construction zone.
Then Maw said in her soft voice and probably from being too damn tired:
“I love what I do. Whatever I touch, I love doing.”
Of course, I quipped back:
“If I don’t like to do it, I don’t touch it.”
She always has a way of triggering people and I always have a way of being nasty to her negativity EVERY FRIGGIN’ DAY from the beginning I was born. Perhaps, her “happy pills” were not ingested today. I don’t know. But she’s good at making comments to her favor and for whatever reason she fails to have any strength left to say the rosary. Sounds like someone is possessed: She keeps coughing when she tries to say the rosary and claims it is her asthma acting up. Yeah, right.
Anyway, if she is not happy with her environment, there is always heaven. Its gates are always wide open for good-hearted people like her. She prays everyday and sincerely, you know. And that makes her a saint and holier than people like me, who is already fed up with her “insanity” and displeasure in life. I can’t help her in that area.
“You have to respect your Maw and me.”
~Paw to moi in forehead blessing as usual after saying the rosary…
I would love to Paw. But Maw is driving herself and everyone around her insane. Perhaps, I need one drink to ease my mind. That’s right. It’s all my fault. I made the elderly cry again. My bad!
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