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I started my period today and I'm fighting the urge to just rant away about dad. Yesterday he tried to drink a bottle of wine I received for Xmas. Today I found a bag of crab shells he had hidden in a drawer instead of taking them down to the garbage can- the stench was gag-inducing! When I confronted him he acted all casual about it- so I dropped the bag in his room with him & shut the door. He said "F*ck you, you **** B****" - 20 minutes later I guess it got to him too because he took them downstairs. Of course 30 minutes later he was mooching, asking if I was making cookies. And 20 minutes after that? Accusing me of eating his cheezits, which he finished while I was still on my holiday vacation. Funny thing is-after the initial instinctive anger reaction, I feel fine. Perhaps even sympathetic- he's become such a loser and he knows it. I don't think the booze and endless tv can numb him anymore. Death approaches and what is his mark upon the world? Will he leave it with his karma balanced? Who will remember him with love & sorrow? He's my walking (or sitting) reminder to not wallow in your misery but to get off your ass and enjoy life! Make an effort and the world will reward you with its bounty.
Although I didnt get back out in the yard today due to an episode of narcolepsy I did finish everything else on my to-do list with only minor excpetions. Yay me- does dance of the lesser joy! A good start to the week.
Although I didnt get back out in the yard today due to an episode of narcolepsy I did finish everything else on my to-do list with only minor excpetions. Yay me- does dance of the lesser joy! A good start to the week.