It will soon be April 1st, the anniversary of the day I began this blog. This is blog 210 according to my stats and I seem to have 7 followers. I am very appreciative, since twice this year already I gave up myself on blogging. I sometimes treat this like a dictionary, an encyclopedia and my journal all rolled up into one. I am not a reporter like Stef, nor am I the bible scholar my hubby thinks I am. What I am as a writer could probably best be defined as a ponderer. I have always turned things inside out to find out what would happen, if....
For example i put some water(less than a teaspoon) in my Mother's instant coffee. The next morning,there was a solid block of coffee in the glass jar. Didn't get caught that time so my career was not squelched. My brother and I were angry at her for lying about taking us swimming, so we tilted nails into each of her four tires. It took awhile, but one by one the tires went flat as a pancake. We were too young to know how dangerous it was to get a flat at the speeds Mom usually drove.
We were not evil, but our parents were each crazy in their own way, and I think we came by it naturally. My Grandpa fled child support and his kids for years, and his Dad may have been nuts as well, as I do not know where on the tree it began. All I know now, is that not only did he beat my Gram, he was dead sober when he did it. Is it any wonder his kids are so neurotic? If you search the Delarm family tree, very few got out alive and unharmed.
I am so morbid today because I think I hurt JIm a little too deeply today. He needed me at his side at a cremation/funeral tea. I have become increasingly unable to leave my home. I go to dialyze, and that is pretty much the extent of the social life. Jim won't get up and get going Saturdays, so he generally ends up going shopping alone. I need to be back before the crowds and long lines start. Kids running amok in Morrison's is not my idea of a fun time. People actually, literally walk in front of my cart thinking I can stop on a dime. Too few are the kind people who ask me do you need help to reach that? But they are also there, which keeps me sane enough not to run a kamikaze ring throughout the bakery aisle.
Sometimes, people just see I am tired and ask if they can escort me to my car. One fella, seeing i had a desperately long line to wait just to turn in the electrical cart offered to turn in the key for me, as he had cigarettes to purchase. So for every idiot or three there is a nice person, and they often do not even know me. SO please pray JIm gets over this manflu he got back, and we will speak again soon.
For example i put some water(less than a teaspoon) in my Mother's instant coffee. The next morning,there was a solid block of coffee in the glass jar. Didn't get caught that time so my career was not squelched. My brother and I were angry at her for lying about taking us swimming, so we tilted nails into each of her four tires. It took awhile, but one by one the tires went flat as a pancake. We were too young to know how dangerous it was to get a flat at the speeds Mom usually drove.
We were not evil, but our parents were each crazy in their own way, and I think we came by it naturally. My Grandpa fled child support and his kids for years, and his Dad may have been nuts as well, as I do not know where on the tree it began. All I know now, is that not only did he beat my Gram, he was dead sober when he did it. Is it any wonder his kids are so neurotic? If you search the Delarm family tree, very few got out alive and unharmed.
I am so morbid today because I think I hurt JIm a little too deeply today. He needed me at his side at a cremation/funeral tea. I have become increasingly unable to leave my home. I go to dialyze, and that is pretty much the extent of the social life. Jim won't get up and get going Saturdays, so he generally ends up going shopping alone. I need to be back before the crowds and long lines start. Kids running amok in Morrison's is not my idea of a fun time. People actually, literally walk in front of my cart thinking I can stop on a dime. Too few are the kind people who ask me do you need help to reach that? But they are also there, which keeps me sane enough not to run a kamikaze ring throughout the bakery aisle.
Sometimes, people just see I am tired and ask if they can escort me to my car. One fella, seeing i had a desperately long line to wait just to turn in the electrical cart offered to turn in the key for me, as he had cigarettes to purchase. So for every idiot or three there is a nice person, and they often do not even know me. SO please pray JIm gets over this manflu he got back, and we will speak again soon.
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