Well, I awoke briefly to the spastic jumping and yelling that is my son when he is being himself. I'm thinking he was probably fighting with his sister over the Roku remote. Or he was telling mother about the books he wants her to check out from her work. Or he was talking about the story arc on his game to his mother. Or...
I went back to sleep. I re-awoke to J telling me she was leaving for work.
She took the baby's stroller so my day was ruined, again. I was hoping to go to the pool or stroll in the nice weather, but no.
I watched Dr. Who, and I wasn't struck by awe.
I got to thinking about a thought and pulled out the Kill Bill Vol. 1 sound track. I then wondered if the film was on Netflix. I know it's violent, but hey I felt like seeing it. I watched a little before I had to stop due to my middle child wanting to be in the room.
Pirates were winning and idiot manager used the bullpen that promptly lost the lead and then the game. Baseball. I said to myself I'd care if the Pirates were over .500 on Father's Day I'd maybe care, but the season is a bust now.
Sulking. Not about the day, but about things that never happened. Things I never knew. Feelings I always felt. Collusion from hell though the dust settled ages ago.
I never understood why we never had food in the fridge growing up. Condiments do not count as food. Parmesan cheese doesn't make a decent cheese sandwich. Single slices of cheese only there when there's no bread in the bread box. Found out my folks had life insurance on my brother and me. The subject came up because my mom got a call while spoke to her from a guy following up from an application she submitted last year. My dad is dying and not going to get life insurance without high premium. I asked my mom why she needed insurance, she said she thought her current policy wasn't going to be enough to cover stuff. They had had it so long that they probably paid more into it than what it will pay out. I'm not kidding. Maddening to think what my parents thought were good fiscal investments. Let's just say I grew up in poverty for nothing.
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