Monday, 15 June 2015

I Am Throwing An Orgy

I am sitting on the front patio (it is too hot out on the new deck in back) and about to open my second Keith's. The Guinness I bought yesterday can age a little longer in the fridge.
 
I thought it best that if I were to blog I do it before I crack that second beer because as any beer drinker can tell you - two beer lead to three and three to four. Before you know it I won't be able to hit the keys on the keyboard.
 
It has been a reasonably quiet day. I got my walking in early this morning, went to the top of the hill to check on my old folks, took Tess and Nanay to Walmart for a quick shop (and yes, Virginia, it really was quick), and then hurried home. I was tempted to walk again but then this swing called me so I grabbed the book de jour and have been sitting out here reading.
 
This subdivision is quiet these days. When I first bought a house here years ago there were hundreds of yard apes and it was a noisy place. Now the yard apes have grown, moved away, and have their own yard apes now. It is just us old farts in the neighborhood now. There are a few cars on the streets as people come home from work but it is reasonably quiet. Somewhere someone has a skill saw running and I can hear Tess in the house talking to her sister in Pampanga on Skype.
 
Of course reasonably isn't as quiet as I would like. I am a deep country boy and would prefer to live where there is no noise at all. I have lived there before and would love to again but barring a lottery win that is unlikely to happen.
 
Normally I wouldn't indulge in two beer in a day but I am down 25 pounds on my weight loss routine and on time to hit my goal of 50 pounds this year and, since I am feeling lazy I think I will crack another tonight and, perhaps, another after that.
 
My middle daughter is house hunting and one of the homes they are looking at is across the street and down the block a couple of hundred yards and I can think of nothing finer than to have her close so I hope that works out. It would thrill me to have one of the young grandchildren, Silas in this case, so close he could just come and go.
 
Two neighborhood cats just wandered into the yard at the same time, saw each other, stared, and are now sitting beside each other under my truck. Cat socialization?
 
McDonalds is having a a couple of weeks of selling lobster rolls starting Wednesday. I am not a fan of McDonalds but you would be hard pressed to screw up lobster rolls. I am fairly certain that Mom, Dad, and I will be eating three meals a day there until the special ends. Tess is working and will miss it. Screw Nanay.
 
Sunday we will be having our regular, annual Father's Day lobster fest in my parents back yard. I can hardly wait. If there is anything better than an orgy of butter, beer and lobster I have never heard of it.
I am within striking distance of finishing the latest book I have been working my way through. If we eat late, and since Tess is still on Skype to the Philippines I assume late is the operative word, I should make it. I have three on the go at the moment but have put the other two aside to finish this, the more interesting of the three, a biography of Dietrich Von Hildebrand. Not to be confused with Dietrich Bonhoeffer although their stories are similar. You are excused if you have never heard of Von Hildebrand but just barely excused.
 
I will post a review tomorrow. Well, actually, no. I don't really do reviews on the books I read. They are more like commentaries.
 
In any event it was the reading of this book that prompted me to write this blog posting which has grown to inexcusable lengths. Blame that on the beer. It looses the tongue.
 
I was enjoying this book so very much and suddenly I was lonely. Powerfully lonely. I am betting there are but a handful of people in the world, comparatively speaking, who have read this or anything else I read. It is a brilliant book but would doubtless bore the stuffing out of anyone else I know and most I don't know.
 
I have written at four forums that collapsed. Then at Yahoo 360, Multiply, Blogger, and here. My original intent was to find like minded people to discuss books with. That has never happened. Thus my loneliness.
 
I will write more about that tomorrow. This is too long now. That beer is calling me. I want to finish this book which no one cares about.
 
Later.

Crazy Bitch

/rant on
 
There are days I could cheerfully strangle Tess' mother and do the resulting twenty-five to life with a smile on my face. Today was one of them.
 
Today I had to take her to the doctor because, once again, Nanay waited to the last moment to tell us she was running out of medication and Tess was not available to take her.
 
This was to be an easy visit. In and out. Renew the 'scrips, get a form for future blood work, and be out the door.
 
I should have known it wouldn't be that easy. Tess' mother is a hypochondriac. She is pill happy. She loves doctors and the attention they lavish on her. Of course they lavish it on her. They get paid for it. Handsomely. And in our case, from the public through.
 
At the last moment he decided to check her blood pressure. It was quite high and he said so. Naturally Nanay freaked. I asked him, "White coat syndrome?" He replied "Most likely." (It is well known that a patients blood pressure can rise dramatically simply with the act of a doctor checking it.)
The doctor was unconcerned. He told me to check her blood pressure a couple of times over the next couple of weeks and if it stayed high to bring her back but otherwise not to worry.
 
Nanay wants to worry. It is her ticket to more doctor visits, more pills, and, she thinks, a different diet. She has already tried to tell Tess the high blood pressure is because we eat too much meat and she needs more fish.
 
Horseshit.
 
The price of Asian fish is sky high but that is all, and I mean all, she would eat at Tess' brothers. Yes, they can afford it. We can't.
 
When I was younger I was known to have a very, very short fuse and a red hot temper. I have a grip on that now. In fact, I have more patience than most people but Nanay nearly lit that fuse today.
I rounded on her. No, your high blood pressure is not caused by your diet and we ar enot buying more fish. Your blood pressure is probably not high, I told her, and the doctor is unconcerned. I told her if she was worried about it she could turn the fucking television off, get off her fat ass, and move some.
Aarrgghh.
 
I hate that woman. I truly hate her.
 
At the coast she saw Shaun taking Omega 3-6-9 which had been recommended to him by his doctor because Shaun has a heart condition. Nanay decided she had to have it to. Shaun gave her a bottle just to shut her up. Now we are stuck with buying it. Today she had to have more. Life brand was on sale with a bottle of 200 each 1200 mg capsules costing five dollars less than than the 100 each bottle of Weber she wanted ... wanted because that was the bottle Shaun gave her.
 
I happen to know that Shaun had given her a Weber bottle he had filled with no-name brand from Costco.
 
I put my foot down and told her "No." They were the same damn thing just a different bottle.
I wish I could convince Nanay that powdered Cadmium was a necessary antidote to high blood pressure. Nothing like a little heavy metal poisoning to shut her up ... permanently.
 
My mother is facing a very serious, possibly life ending health issue and we are waiting for more tests to be done on that. (No, do not ask. I do not want to talk about it.) Tess' mother is as healthy as a horse, unfortunately, and wants to be sick.
 
Crazy assed bitch.
 
/rant off