Archive for June 26, 2014

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26 June 2014

“Hi Chuck, how are you?”

“I’ve been better, I’ve been worse. I did something stupid yesterday and I’m kicking myself for it now. After I left here yesterday I went to the mall to pick up some prescriptions. Then I decided to have something to eat, so I ordered a couple of slices of pizza. Then I though I’d run a few errands. By the time I got home it was after four. It was then I remembered that this is the day my cleaning lady was coming over. She even phoned last night to remind me, but it went right out of my head. I feel bad, because she has to come quite a distance to get to my place. If she was working through Social Services, she’s get paid for the trip whether I was there or not. Our mayor, in his infinite wisdom decided to privatize a lot of these agencies and give them to some of his cronies, for a generous kick-back of course.

“I have her phone number at home, so I’ll call to apologize. I feel like such a fool. I guess I can blame it on old age.”

I said, “A lot of people have been asking me about Joy. I thought she would be in her spot today. Chester talked to her on the phone yesterday, she said that her arms were sore. I know that her and Big Jake haven’t been getting along so well. She complained that he came over for supper then left immediately. He was talking a mile a minute — that’s not Jake. She was not impressed. I hope that nothing has happened to her. When Jake gets drunk he gets violent.”

“I know, I can’t understand some of these women. If someone is abusing them, the first thing they should do is call the cops.  How many do that?”

Sharon, Chuck’s ex daughter-in-law waved from across the street. We both waved back. Chuck said, “She’s in the same boat. Her new boyfriend is a lazy layabout, without a job, who does nothing around the house. I told her to phone the cops. She said, ‘I don’t want to do that. I’ve written him a letter stating my grievances.’ I said, ‘A letter’s no good, phone the cops. They’ll issue a restraining order so he can’t harass you with phone calls or in any way. If he wants to come over to pick up his things, an appointment will be arranged and he’ll be escorted by the cops. It’s that simple.

“When one of my sons turned eighteen, he was getting mouthy towards me. Wanted everything his own way. I said to him, “It’s time for you to get out of my house. If you don’t I’ll kill you!”

I said, “I think that got your point across, Chuck. I’m going to have to go, so I’ll see you tomorrow. Take care.”

“I’ll see you, Dennis.”

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25 June 2014

I was on the bus, coming home from the gym, engrossed in a book when I felt a tap on my shoulder. There stood a smiling Little Jake. “Hi, Dennis, we’ve been at Sharks partying all afternoon.”

There was a vacant seat for two nearby so I suggested we move there. “Hi, Jake, it’s good to see you. So who was at the party?”

“All the guys from this afternoon and, of  course, Shark and Irene. I’d been talking to my mother on Shark’s phone, eighteen minutes, he timed me. Anyway, she said she’d send me sixty bucks.”

I said, “That’s great to have a mother that loves you and cares about you.”

“Well, actually, I suggested that I come home for a visit. She said, ‘How be I send you sixty dollars instead. I’ll have your uncle Dave bring it to you.’ Uncle Dave spent ten dollars, on the way, so that left me with fifty. So, in fact, my mother was paying me not to come home. It doesn’t matter, I had fifty bucks. I could have been a hoarder, but that’s not me, so the party was on me, or, I should say, my mother. Thanks, mom.

“We just kept passing the bottle. Shark offered me some fried chicken, but I’m a true drunk, I don’t eat until I’ve finished drinking.  I finally had to call it quits or I never would have made it home. He packed it for me and I’ll have it when I get home.

I said, “I heard that Shark and Irene are thinking of moving. Do you know any more about that?”

“Yeah, I heard the same thing. Shark didn’t talk about it, but I guess it’s true. Shark doesn’t lie. I don’t either — I can’t.” We passed a building with an ‘apartment for rent sign’. Jake said, “I’m going to check that out.”

I asked, “Are you planning to move?”

“Yeah, I have to be closer to downtown. Where I live is just too far out — you know that, were on the same bus, and you get off after I do.”

I said, “It is a long way.”

Jake said, “I got my check today. I always get it a few days before everybody else. When I get home I have to write down the names of all the people who I’ve borrowed money from.”

I said, “You mentioned at noon that you owed Wolf eight bucks.”

“That’s been taken care of. This has been a really great day. It keeps me from thinking of the really gory stuff. October 14, I hate that day. Be warned, if I’m acting crazy that day, there’s a reason for it. Now, don’t go putting this into your blog. The only other person I’ve told is Wolf.

“Why am I telling you this stuff?”

“It’s okay, Jake, you can tell me whatever you want, or don’t tell me whatever you want. It’s your choice. I’m not going to ask you any questions about it.”

“Well, for some reason I feel comfortable talking to you, and I have to talk to somebody.

“This is my stop. I gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Jake.”

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