If you guessed no dinner for the snake, then you guessed right
Have a nice weekend
Walker
A quick update
5 weeks ago
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Did You Hear A Pop? ©
D2 decided to defrost a mouse in the microwave, guess what happened?
If you guessed no dinner for the snake, then you guessed right
Have a nice weekend
Walker
If you guessed no dinner for the snake, then you guessed right
Have a nice weekend
Walker
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Ma n Pa Walker ©
I have two posts I want to write about and I don’t know which one to write.
One would be kind of funny and the other a more serious post.
D2 just asked me if I have a rolling pin.
I told her no but she can take the handle off of the toilet plunger and use that.
She is now EEEEEWWWWWWing in the kitchen.
Girls are so squeamish.
I used to use a badminton racket as a strainer.
Let’s start and see where I end up.
Ummm well I took my mother out today.
She wanted to go do some shopping so I borrowed my father’s car because mine was still in the shop getting fixed but before we could go shopping we had to go to the bank to get a problem settled.
Last Friday I was doing some online banking for my mother and I noticed that a deposit I had made into her savings account had mysteriously disappeared.
MY mother never used her savings account because her cheque account was the only one she needed but she had a jar of quarters she wanted to deposit in the bank for my niece.
So a couple of weeks ago Inia and I hit the bank on our way to Chinatown and deposited three hundred dollars into her never used savings account.
Three weeks later some asshole danced all over my car and she asked if she wanted to take it out to give to me for the car would it be possible.
I told her yeah if it got to that point.
That put the bug in my mind when I looked at the savings account to notice the missing money.
I investigated a little further and found that at the end of the month right after I deposited the money a bunch of money was deposited in my mother’s account, twelve hundred dollars to be exact.
Then the next day it was gone along with the three hundred dollars leaving only twenty in the account.
I freaked.
I mean, anything and everything that happens usually gets blamed on me and this is something I handled personally.
And if you think that fifty one year old Walker is scared of his mother, well then you’d be fucken right.
So I go back and into April’s transactions and I find where the money was drawn out.
Now for the last couple of years, ever since I started doing online banking for my mother I have noticed something weird happening in that savings account.
Every month my mother gets double what she should be getting deposited in her bank and the next day half disappears.
I figured it was some stupid glitch in the system so I never investigated.
I mean it didn’t affect my mother’s money so why bother.
Well, not until now so I needed to know what this shit was all about so I started going back month after month and I saw the same thing all the way back for a year.
The money goes in and they leave the twenty bucks with its interest.
Letting my suspicious mind roll this around my head for a bit I figured someone was using my mother’s account to launder money they stole from the government because what was being deposited in her account was another old age security cheque and another pension cheque.
The next day someone from another bank account drew it all out but the twenty.
Armed with this knowledge I go next door to tell my mother the three hundred bucks she thought she had was gone and it wasn’t my fault.
That’s the important part, “Not my fault”.
My mother didn’t take the news well.
She was pissed and it didn’t help having my father sitting there saying the banks always steal your money.
After lunch we went to the bank to see what this was all about.
The teller we saw confirmed what I suspected and said we had to fill out forms to start an investigation but she couldn’t that day because the manager was gone for the long weekend.
We said fine and we would be back.
Today we went back.
We are at the bank talking to the manager and she is bringing up my mothers account and telling us that it was a regular deposit but I told her she got the same thing in her cheque account and when she checked she saw I was right.
She went back a month and saw where I deposited the money and where all of it was withdrawn along with the three hundred.
The manager asked if anyone else used the account and she said no.
She has had this account for forty years and it’s hers and only hers.
My parents are sneaky about their money.
They both squirrel little stashes away so they can get what they want but they also do their best to get the other to spend his when they need something for the house.
It’s funny to watch.
It’s like some chicken dance chess game they way they move around each other in circles and when they get the other to spend money they think they won but they never do because concessions have to be made and trust me They will nag each other until the debt is paid in full HA, HA, HA.
As we filled in the forms the manager continued to look at her account and told my mother that this account was a joint account with someone else.
My mother say no,
She was the only one.
The manager said no because the person who took the money was in the bank to withdraw the money but first paid some bills before he took the rest.
My mother insisted that it wasn’t a joint account and hers only.
So my mother asked who I Walker was and I said that it was my father and my mother freaked out.
She asked why he was on her account and the manager said that it was a joint account with him as the primary.
When I explained that to her she had a conniption.
She demanded to have him removed but the manager said she couldn’t do that being as it was his account.
Oh yeah that made her even happier.
Forty some odd years ago, my parents decided that banking their money under the mattress wasn’t working out especially when they found me eati9ng a fifty once and fifty bucks back then was like a thousand.
I tell you, my old man beat the cents out of me.
Now a days you eat a twenty and it’s like swallowing a quarter.
They went to the bank together to open and account each but their English sucked so what they managed to is open a joint account where my mother has been using the cheque side of it and my father the savings side without realizing they have the same account.
The whole time they think they have been hiding their money from each other and its all been right there they just never checked.
She asked about her money and the manager said she would have to talk to my father about that.
My mother looked at her then signed her form and passed it to the manager.
The manager said she didn’t need to fill it out any more.
My mother just looked at her and said he stole her money, put him in jail.
As we were driving home I saw her fishing through her suitcase of a purse looking for something.
She must have opened 20 little fucken pockets and zippers before she found what she was looking for.
Next think I know I hear her saying on the cell phone, “Wait when I get home you thief and I want to know what you did with my money”.
That’s when my cell phone went off, it was the garage telling me the car was ready so I rushed my mother home and ran as soon as the fireworks started to get my car.
$668 and the car had two new windows.
I opened it and sat down.
It was like a fucken oven in the car so I turned on the engine and pushed the auto window down button.
It dropped like a sack of shit and it wouldn’t go up.
Why not….
Have a nice day
P.S. if you haven’t being seeing me around as much it’s because family issues are still keeping all of us here tied up most of the time but I have slowly stopped in on most of you.
I noticed I even got an award in my travels, which I will post and thank Barbed Wire for in my next post.
I miss reading a lot of what you all have to say or show “wink”
Walker
One would be kind of funny and the other a more serious post.
D2 just asked me if I have a rolling pin.
I told her no but she can take the handle off of the toilet plunger and use that.
She is now EEEEEWWWWWWing in the kitchen.
Girls are so squeamish.
I used to use a badminton racket as a strainer.
Let’s start and see where I end up.
Ummm well I took my mother out today.
She wanted to go do some shopping so I borrowed my father’s car because mine was still in the shop getting fixed but before we could go shopping we had to go to the bank to get a problem settled.
Last Friday I was doing some online banking for my mother and I noticed that a deposit I had made into her savings account had mysteriously disappeared.
MY mother never used her savings account because her cheque account was the only one she needed but she had a jar of quarters she wanted to deposit in the bank for my niece.
So a couple of weeks ago Inia and I hit the bank on our way to Chinatown and deposited three hundred dollars into her never used savings account.
Three weeks later some asshole danced all over my car and she asked if she wanted to take it out to give to me for the car would it be possible.
I told her yeah if it got to that point.
That put the bug in my mind when I looked at the savings account to notice the missing money.
I investigated a little further and found that at the end of the month right after I deposited the money a bunch of money was deposited in my mother’s account, twelve hundred dollars to be exact.
Then the next day it was gone along with the three hundred dollars leaving only twenty in the account.
I freaked.
I mean, anything and everything that happens usually gets blamed on me and this is something I handled personally.
And if you think that fifty one year old Walker is scared of his mother, well then you’d be fucken right.
So I go back and into April’s transactions and I find where the money was drawn out.
Now for the last couple of years, ever since I started doing online banking for my mother I have noticed something weird happening in that savings account.
Every month my mother gets double what she should be getting deposited in her bank and the next day half disappears.
I figured it was some stupid glitch in the system so I never investigated.
I mean it didn’t affect my mother’s money so why bother.
Well, not until now so I needed to know what this shit was all about so I started going back month after month and I saw the same thing all the way back for a year.
The money goes in and they leave the twenty bucks with its interest.
Letting my suspicious mind roll this around my head for a bit I figured someone was using my mother’s account to launder money they stole from the government because what was being deposited in her account was another old age security cheque and another pension cheque.
The next day someone from another bank account drew it all out but the twenty.
Armed with this knowledge I go next door to tell my mother the three hundred bucks she thought she had was gone and it wasn’t my fault.
That’s the important part, “Not my fault”.
My mother didn’t take the news well.
She was pissed and it didn’t help having my father sitting there saying the banks always steal your money.
After lunch we went to the bank to see what this was all about.
The teller we saw confirmed what I suspected and said we had to fill out forms to start an investigation but she couldn’t that day because the manager was gone for the long weekend.
We said fine and we would be back.
Today we went back.
We are at the bank talking to the manager and she is bringing up my mothers account and telling us that it was a regular deposit but I told her she got the same thing in her cheque account and when she checked she saw I was right.
She went back a month and saw where I deposited the money and where all of it was withdrawn along with the three hundred.
The manager asked if anyone else used the account and she said no.
She has had this account for forty years and it’s hers and only hers.
My parents are sneaky about their money.
They both squirrel little stashes away so they can get what they want but they also do their best to get the other to spend his when they need something for the house.
It’s funny to watch.
It’s like some chicken dance chess game they way they move around each other in circles and when they get the other to spend money they think they won but they never do because concessions have to be made and trust me They will nag each other until the debt is paid in full HA, HA, HA.
As we filled in the forms the manager continued to look at her account and told my mother that this account was a joint account with someone else.
My mother say no,
She was the only one.
The manager said no because the person who took the money was in the bank to withdraw the money but first paid some bills before he took the rest.
My mother insisted that it wasn’t a joint account and hers only.
So my mother asked who I Walker was and I said that it was my father and my mother freaked out.
She asked why he was on her account and the manager said that it was a joint account with him as the primary.
When I explained that to her she had a conniption.
She demanded to have him removed but the manager said she couldn’t do that being as it was his account.
Oh yeah that made her even happier.
Forty some odd years ago, my parents decided that banking their money under the mattress wasn’t working out especially when they found me eati9ng a fifty once and fifty bucks back then was like a thousand.
I tell you, my old man beat the cents out of me.
Now a days you eat a twenty and it’s like swallowing a quarter.
They went to the bank together to open and account each but their English sucked so what they managed to is open a joint account where my mother has been using the cheque side of it and my father the savings side without realizing they have the same account.
The whole time they think they have been hiding their money from each other and its all been right there they just never checked.
She asked about her money and the manager said she would have to talk to my father about that.
My mother looked at her then signed her form and passed it to the manager.
The manager said she didn’t need to fill it out any more.
My mother just looked at her and said he stole her money, put him in jail.
As we were driving home I saw her fishing through her suitcase of a purse looking for something.
She must have opened 20 little fucken pockets and zippers before she found what she was looking for.
Next think I know I hear her saying on the cell phone, “Wait when I get home you thief and I want to know what you did with my money”.
That’s when my cell phone went off, it was the garage telling me the car was ready so I rushed my mother home and ran as soon as the fireworks started to get my car.
$668 and the car had two new windows.
I opened it and sat down.
It was like a fucken oven in the car so I turned on the engine and pushed the auto window down button.
It dropped like a sack of shit and it wouldn’t go up.
Why not….
Have a nice day
P.S. if you haven’t being seeing me around as much it’s because family issues are still keeping all of us here tied up most of the time but I have slowly stopped in on most of you.
I noticed I even got an award in my travels, which I will post and thank Barbed Wire for in my next post.
I miss reading a lot of what you all have to say or show “wink”
Walker
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Jumpin Jack Smash ©
HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!
You know
When I was a kid and into my teens I ran with the neighborhood kids and yeah we got into some trouble.
A baseball breaking a window or a hockey puck through a windshield, maybe get caught in Mrs. Ianni’s yard scoffing down some of her ripe peaches from the tree.
Shit like that.
We used to run scams to make some money or sell some pot or hash then hang out at the park getting stoned and cracking ourselves up until midnight before heading off to bed.
As a rule we didn’t encourage personal crimes, break ins and shit like that.
It would be like robbing from your best friend’s house or your own.
We didn’t run around with cans of paint spraying the sides of people homes or commercial buildings.
Why don’t they just start a painting business and make some fucken money at it?
Most of the shit is great work.
We didn’t harass people for money as they walked by or accost the elderly as they walked out of the bank.
And you know what else we didn’t do, we didn’t smash people’s cars in the middle of night for no good reason other than, lets smash cars for fun because I have no life and want to ruin someone else’s.
I got woken up this morning at 7am by D2 am telling me there is a cop at the door to tell me someone had smashed my car.
Seems some bored asshole with a size 12 shoe decided to have a dance on my car in the wee hours of the morning.
Mine must have been the last in a long string of short musicals because he took out 9 other windshields before he got to my car where he danced not only on the front window caving it in but also did a tango on the back as well.
I was PISSED!!!!!!
I walked across the street to the cruiser where a cop took my drivers license and ownership for the car.
There were a couple of city staff workers there, they had found my car bashed in and called the police.
I was pacing up and down the parking lot mumbling ways and things I was going to do to the cocksucker if I caught him.
As I walked I could hear the city worker at the cruiser telling the cop that I loosed mad.
The cop looked at his screen and told him that the guy should be worried.
I almost chuckled but I was still to fucken mad because I had only collision on this car and it was going to cost me and I knew it was going to be ugly.
The front lens was nine hundred dollars.
The Monte Carlo has everything built into the windshield and it’s a large glass.
I stood outside at the parking lot looking at the car for thirty minutes.
The back window was completely shattered and in the back seat and the front being the front was caved in because of the plastic film the put between the glass to prevent it from shattering all over the driver.
They didn’t take anything.
Just smashed it for the hell of it then gone in a flash.
That’s the part the pisses me off the most.
Now if they had stolen the radio I wouldn’t have felt that bad because to me that a legitimate job because there is profit.
Yeah I know, some of you are thinking that it’s not all about money his reward was the thrill but I don’t buy that because he can’t pay the rent with that.
Leaving the car in the parking lot I walked to the house and called my insurance company, I knew the answer before I called but I did anyway.
They said I wasn’t covered.
Thank you, goodbye
I just took that coverage off 3 weeks ago because it’s a 1995 and saved me 300 a year.
Fine I said, still fuming but forcing myself to the next step.
I called the scrap yard, 150 each but I have to get them installed.
With tax it comes out to $339.
Installation was 80 each for $160 plus taxes so $180 for a grand total of $519.
Apple said they would do it for $660 and fix the drivers window that was yanked and broken.
After a short family meeting the car is at Apple until Tuesday where I ran into a couple of people who had their cars smashed to.
One lady was from NY State on holiday.
Fucken assholes I tell you.
If I have my way I would take the fucker and strap him to the front of my car then send him over a cliff just to see if the car lands asshole up or down.
Lately everything seems to be going in the wrong direction or maybe I am just focusing more on the negative side of my life.
I don’t know.
Some times I feel like I am at war all the time and the more I win, the more I loose.
The more I loose the more I want to fight.
I have thought about throwing in the towel a few times and saying just “Fuck it”.
The life that I have chosen to live is not easy and never has been.
It’s the same life most of you live.
Working and living within the boundaries of society under their system and rule of law.
It wasn’t always like this for me.
As someone who survived on breaking the law most of his life, an outlaw if you may let me use the term I find this more difficult and it is and always will be because following structure is always hard be it for our kids or ourselves.
All of you, us, we who struggle to get what we have and achieve what simple goals we’ve reached for, deserve a little respect.
I don’t bother anyone or ever have.
If I need something I do my best to get what I need on my own without any help unless there is no other choice and I mean I ran out of rope a long time ago.
Having my car smashed for no reason is like spitting in my face.
I know the outlaw still lives inside me but so does respect.
Senseless crime is insulting.
He better hope the cops get him because singing the cock sucker blues will be less painful than riding my bumper to hell……..maybe.
Have a nice day
Walker
You know
When I was a kid and into my teens I ran with the neighborhood kids and yeah we got into some trouble.
A baseball breaking a window or a hockey puck through a windshield, maybe get caught in Mrs. Ianni’s yard scoffing down some of her ripe peaches from the tree.
Shit like that.
We used to run scams to make some money or sell some pot or hash then hang out at the park getting stoned and cracking ourselves up until midnight before heading off to bed.
As a rule we didn’t encourage personal crimes, break ins and shit like that.
It would be like robbing from your best friend’s house or your own.
We didn’t run around with cans of paint spraying the sides of people homes or commercial buildings.
Why don’t they just start a painting business and make some fucken money at it?
Most of the shit is great work.
We didn’t harass people for money as they walked by or accost the elderly as they walked out of the bank.
And you know what else we didn’t do, we didn’t smash people’s cars in the middle of night for no good reason other than, lets smash cars for fun because I have no life and want to ruin someone else’s.
I got woken up this morning at 7am by D2 am telling me there is a cop at the door to tell me someone had smashed my car.
Seems some bored asshole with a size 12 shoe decided to have a dance on my car in the wee hours of the morning.
Mine must have been the last in a long string of short musicals because he took out 9 other windshields before he got to my car where he danced not only on the front window caving it in but also did a tango on the back as well.
I was PISSED!!!!!!
I walked across the street to the cruiser where a cop took my drivers license and ownership for the car.
There were a couple of city staff workers there, they had found my car bashed in and called the police.
I was pacing up and down the parking lot mumbling ways and things I was going to do to the cocksucker if I caught him.
As I walked I could hear the city worker at the cruiser telling the cop that I loosed mad.
The cop looked at his screen and told him that the guy should be worried.
I almost chuckled but I was still to fucken mad because I had only collision on this car and it was going to cost me and I knew it was going to be ugly.
The front lens was nine hundred dollars.
The Monte Carlo has everything built into the windshield and it’s a large glass.
I stood outside at the parking lot looking at the car for thirty minutes.
The back window was completely shattered and in the back seat and the front being the front was caved in because of the plastic film the put between the glass to prevent it from shattering all over the driver.
They didn’t take anything.
Just smashed it for the hell of it then gone in a flash.
That’s the part the pisses me off the most.
Now if they had stolen the radio I wouldn’t have felt that bad because to me that a legitimate job because there is profit.
Yeah I know, some of you are thinking that it’s not all about money his reward was the thrill but I don’t buy that because he can’t pay the rent with that.
Leaving the car in the parking lot I walked to the house and called my insurance company, I knew the answer before I called but I did anyway.
They said I wasn’t covered.
Thank you, goodbye
I just took that coverage off 3 weeks ago because it’s a 1995 and saved me 300 a year.
Fine I said, still fuming but forcing myself to the next step.
I called the scrap yard, 150 each but I have to get them installed.
With tax it comes out to $339.
Installation was 80 each for $160 plus taxes so $180 for a grand total of $519.
Apple said they would do it for $660 and fix the drivers window that was yanked and broken.
After a short family meeting the car is at Apple until Tuesday where I ran into a couple of people who had their cars smashed to.
One lady was from NY State on holiday.
Fucken assholes I tell you.
If I have my way I would take the fucker and strap him to the front of my car then send him over a cliff just to see if the car lands asshole up or down.
Lately everything seems to be going in the wrong direction or maybe I am just focusing more on the negative side of my life.
I don’t know.
Some times I feel like I am at war all the time and the more I win, the more I loose.
The more I loose the more I want to fight.
I have thought about throwing in the towel a few times and saying just “Fuck it”.
The life that I have chosen to live is not easy and never has been.
It’s the same life most of you live.
Working and living within the boundaries of society under their system and rule of law.
It wasn’t always like this for me.
As someone who survived on breaking the law most of his life, an outlaw if you may let me use the term I find this more difficult and it is and always will be because following structure is always hard be it for our kids or ourselves.
All of you, us, we who struggle to get what we have and achieve what simple goals we’ve reached for, deserve a little respect.
I don’t bother anyone or ever have.
If I need something I do my best to get what I need on my own without any help unless there is no other choice and I mean I ran out of rope a long time ago.
Having my car smashed for no reason is like spitting in my face.
I know the outlaw still lives inside me but so does respect.
Senseless crime is insulting.
He better hope the cops get him because singing the cock sucker blues will be less painful than riding my bumper to hell……..maybe.
Have a nice day
Walker
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
ER Express ©
I hate hospitals.
I hate going for any reason and this week that’s where I have been to two to four times a day either ferrying people back and forth or going to visit my aunt.
I don’t get into my aunt’s condition other than to say she is still with us but not for long.
She was practically history 7 days ago.
This is how close it was, they were coffin shopping, relatives were on baking marathons preparing for after the funeral reception.
We have our version of a wake, forty days later.
I guess we want to make sure they are really dead.
The priest was called in and she received communion and was given last rights.
The doctors cut off her medication to the spinal they had her on.
For three days she was going into waves of seizures attacks my cousins were sprawled across their mother holding her down on the third day when she stopped.
It was over.
They both burst out in tears.
Their mother was gone.
“I’m hungry”.
They both almost shit their pants.
The seizures stopped and she was hungry after three days of nightmarish episodes of thrashing round like someone was trying to crawl out of her body as my mother called in.
My mother refused to go back to see her after what she saw of the first day.
She spent the next three days baking biscuits.
It seems that the medications they were giving her didn’t go well with the new one they were pumping into her back and she went toxic and the doctors missed it.
If they hadn’t shut down her medication supply that night so she could die, she would have died.
Go figure.
This has only bought her a couple of weeks that’s all and she has accepted this and wants to go home and not some care facility.
It’s what they all want.
This is a hard time for all of us because we are such a close family and to see part of it being crushed is a hard pill to swallow.
Now, let me try and change the pace here a bit.
Fucken stairway to heaven just started on the damn PSP.
The hospital was a zoo around my aunt’s room.
Hundreds of people were going over to see her so they moved her to a private room and limited visitors to two at a time.
Most of these people are my uncles and aunts from the old country and they too are up there in years.
One uncle, my mother’s youngest brother showed up with his son at the hospital to see my aunt and was told that he would have to wait his turn because there were so many people.
Now this same uncles was there the day before and according to my cousin he told our uncle that his mother was sleeping and not to wake her up then went to get something to drink but half way there he decided to have a smoke to so went back to the room to get his smokes and when he walk in our uncle had him mother by the chin and turning her head this way and that.
My freaked out and told him he was told not to wake her.
My uncle said he was waking her, he was just looking to see how she was.
My cousin lost it and threw him out of the room.
This is what our family is like.
The old ones still think they are in the old country bum fucking sheep.
This day he had to wait and probably for a long time so he wandered around the area keeping himself occupied.
My uncle is eighty, nice guy and all.
Didn’t speak to me for six months because I told him Jesus was a Jew.
Called me a blasphemer and didn’t come back to my mother’s house for six months.
As he walked by a room he saw some guy trying to reach for something but couldn’t because he was tied up in bed so my uncle being the kind soul that he is walked right in to give the patient a hand.
My uncle happy as a pig in shit was waving and smiling at the guy as he walked into his room; the guy was freaking out waving his hands at him.
My uncle was happy to see his arrival sparked so much enthusiasm from the man as he started to untangle the guy’s cables next to the bed.
The patients was screaming through his oxygen mask at my uncle and my uncle smiled back telling him, “yes. yes nice to meet you too”, “I’m Greek”.
Noooooooo, really.
As he was untangling the cords for the now frantic man he heard banging from behind him and when he turned his son was on the other side of a large window with my cousin screaming something at him but he couldn’t hear.
His hearing is bad but he refuses to admit it and doesn’t get a hearing aid so he is basically deaf and when you want to talk to him you got to yell.
He wave back at his son and my cousin then turned around to get back to his good deed when the door burst open and a pissed off nurse stormed in wearing one of those contamination suits.
My uncle doesn’t read like the rest of them so when he looked through the window he saw a guy in need and opened the door with the sign on it that said.
DO NOT ENTER
UNDER QUARANTINE
In big letters.
Then, OH, this was the beginning.
They wouldn’t let him leave.
“What”?
“Why, me no sick, I go home now”.
“Why”.
“That man have disease”?
“OH…ok I go home now”.
“Why”.
“Me disease”.
“No me”.
“Why”?
“Me sick now”?
“No”!!!
“Why”?
“Because of that man…………………fucken bastard”.
I think he gets out today
Have a nice day
Walker
I hate going for any reason and this week that’s where I have been to two to four times a day either ferrying people back and forth or going to visit my aunt.
I don’t get into my aunt’s condition other than to say she is still with us but not for long.
She was practically history 7 days ago.
This is how close it was, they were coffin shopping, relatives were on baking marathons preparing for after the funeral reception.
We have our version of a wake, forty days later.
I guess we want to make sure they are really dead.
The priest was called in and she received communion and was given last rights.
The doctors cut off her medication to the spinal they had her on.
For three days she was going into waves of seizures attacks my cousins were sprawled across their mother holding her down on the third day when she stopped.
It was over.
They both burst out in tears.
Their mother was gone.
“I’m hungry”.
They both almost shit their pants.
The seizures stopped and she was hungry after three days of nightmarish episodes of thrashing round like someone was trying to crawl out of her body as my mother called in.
My mother refused to go back to see her after what she saw of the first day.
She spent the next three days baking biscuits.
It seems that the medications they were giving her didn’t go well with the new one they were pumping into her back and she went toxic and the doctors missed it.
If they hadn’t shut down her medication supply that night so she could die, she would have died.
Go figure.
This has only bought her a couple of weeks that’s all and she has accepted this and wants to go home and not some care facility.
It’s what they all want.
This is a hard time for all of us because we are such a close family and to see part of it being crushed is a hard pill to swallow.
Now, let me try and change the pace here a bit.
Fucken stairway to heaven just started on the damn PSP.
The hospital was a zoo around my aunt’s room.
Hundreds of people were going over to see her so they moved her to a private room and limited visitors to two at a time.
Most of these people are my uncles and aunts from the old country and they too are up there in years.
One uncle, my mother’s youngest brother showed up with his son at the hospital to see my aunt and was told that he would have to wait his turn because there were so many people.
Now this same uncles was there the day before and according to my cousin he told our uncle that his mother was sleeping and not to wake her up then went to get something to drink but half way there he decided to have a smoke to so went back to the room to get his smokes and when he walk in our uncle had him mother by the chin and turning her head this way and that.
My freaked out and told him he was told not to wake her.
My uncle said he was waking her, he was just looking to see how she was.
My cousin lost it and threw him out of the room.
This is what our family is like.
The old ones still think they are in the old country bum fucking sheep.
This day he had to wait and probably for a long time so he wandered around the area keeping himself occupied.
My uncle is eighty, nice guy and all.
Didn’t speak to me for six months because I told him Jesus was a Jew.
Called me a blasphemer and didn’t come back to my mother’s house for six months.
As he walked by a room he saw some guy trying to reach for something but couldn’t because he was tied up in bed so my uncle being the kind soul that he is walked right in to give the patient a hand.
My uncle happy as a pig in shit was waving and smiling at the guy as he walked into his room; the guy was freaking out waving his hands at him.
My uncle was happy to see his arrival sparked so much enthusiasm from the man as he started to untangle the guy’s cables next to the bed.
The patients was screaming through his oxygen mask at my uncle and my uncle smiled back telling him, “yes. yes nice to meet you too”, “I’m Greek”.
Noooooooo, really.
As he was untangling the cords for the now frantic man he heard banging from behind him and when he turned his son was on the other side of a large window with my cousin screaming something at him but he couldn’t hear.
His hearing is bad but he refuses to admit it and doesn’t get a hearing aid so he is basically deaf and when you want to talk to him you got to yell.
He wave back at his son and my cousin then turned around to get back to his good deed when the door burst open and a pissed off nurse stormed in wearing one of those contamination suits.
My uncle doesn’t read like the rest of them so when he looked through the window he saw a guy in need and opened the door with the sign on it that said.
DO NOT ENTER
UNDER QUARANTINE
In big letters.
Then, OH, this was the beginning.
They wouldn’t let him leave.
“What”?
“Why, me no sick, I go home now”.
“Why”.
“That man have disease”?
“OH…ok I go home now”.
“Why”.
“Me disease”.
“No me”.
“Why”?
“Me sick now”?
“No”!!!
“Why”?
“Because of that man…………………fucken bastard”.
I think he gets out today
Have a nice day
Walker
Sunday, May 09, 2010
I Have ©
I have lots to say
Yet nothing to offer
I have been pushed physically and mentally
Beyond what I had left, yet, I still find a little for me
I have been enlightened but not surprised
Surprised but not enlightened
I have been confused, baffled, set aback
I still am
I have been wrong and glad for it
For the times I was right and sad because of it
I have been crushed but never destroyed
Just transformed to something new
I have fucked for a thousand and one straight days
Yet only remember the first and the last
I have won and lost
It’s all the same the next day
I have lived and died a thousand ways
And will a thousand more
I am tired
With no time to lay down
I have refused to stop
I won’t fade away
I have much to do
Even more to look forward too
I have everything I need
Even more, that I only wanted
I have
I have…
I have one life to live
And always find a way
I’m just tired with all that I have
Have a nice day
Walker
Yet nothing to offer
I have been pushed physically and mentally
Beyond what I had left, yet, I still find a little for me
I have been enlightened but not surprised
Surprised but not enlightened
I have been confused, baffled, set aback
I still am
I have been wrong and glad for it
For the times I was right and sad because of it
I have been crushed but never destroyed
Just transformed to something new
I have fucked for a thousand and one straight days
Yet only remember the first and the last
I have won and lost
It’s all the same the next day
I have lived and died a thousand ways
And will a thousand more
I am tired
With no time to lay down
I have refused to stop
I won’t fade away
I have much to do
Even more to look forward too
I have everything I need
Even more, that I only wanted
I have
I have…
I have one life to live
And always find a way
I’m just tired with all that I have
Have a nice day
Walker
Friday, May 07, 2010
... ©
Nothing is, as we want to be sometimes
One minute you’re on your way for sandy beaches then find yourself at a bedside vigil as one of your own slowly passes away.
That’s what I have been doing the last couple of days, not laying on a beach enjoying the sun with Inia.
There will always be vacations and time spent with loved ones but there are times best spent with those you will never see again.
My aunt, my mother's long time friend and sister in law is slowly drifting off into what tomorrow is when we all cross that threshold.
It will bring an end to her suffering but leave a huge gap in our lives.
Have a nice day
Walker
One minute you’re on your way for sandy beaches then find yourself at a bedside vigil as one of your own slowly passes away.
That’s what I have been doing the last couple of days, not laying on a beach enjoying the sun with Inia.
There will always be vacations and time spent with loved ones but there are times best spent with those you will never see again.
My aunt, my mother's long time friend and sister in law is slowly drifting off into what tomorrow is when we all cross that threshold.
It will bring an end to her suffering but leave a huge gap in our lives.
Have a nice day
Walker
Tuesday, May 04, 2010
A Grape In The Sun ©
I got a ticket in one hand
A passport in the other
I’m hitting the road
Going to someplace not to far
But far from here
Anywhere is far enough from what I know
Walking out that door at 3 am
Hailing a cab
Jumping in with only a passport in one hand
A ticket in the other
As I head out to find some freedom
A new dawn with a blazing horizon
To the skies like a bird
Chasing a sunset
Until the sun falls from the heavens
Into the ocean below and tomorrow
Leaving only you and I
A sandy beech and the moon in the sky
I'm off to the tropics to make my white ass brown
See you in a week unless I'm still tied up with dental floss
Walker
A passport in the other
I’m hitting the road
Going to someplace not to far
But far from here
Anywhere is far enough from what I know
Walking out that door at 3 am
Hailing a cab
Jumping in with only a passport in one hand
A ticket in the other
As I head out to find some freedom
A new dawn with a blazing horizon
To the skies like a bird
Chasing a sunset
Until the sun falls from the heavens
Into the ocean below and tomorrow
Leaving only you and I
A sandy beech and the moon in the sky
I'm off to the tropics to make my white ass brown
See you in a week unless I'm still tied up with dental floss
Walker
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