Saturday, October 03, 2015
Family
The Final Sound
Gramps played with the new electric windows in his condo
till bedtime. Micks never saw him this happy.
Destry and Louise lit on Micks that next week. “It’s Phoenix!
Clamp the windows and crack up the A/C! But you wanted
to throw our money out the fancy-pancy windows!”
His Power of Attorney was actually none of their business.
The old man wanted the windows and Micks complied.
Anyway, they were no longer in the will after Gramps had
bankrolled their decorating business.
“Oh, they just don’t like you. Queer-Adver!” This from his
long-time partner, Rhett But.
Who, of course, made it a trademark to drop the final sound
at times.
Following month, all Gramps’ diseases assembled into a
Final Stroke.
The estate was easy for Micks. The old man had given
most away and had just lived on his pensions. They died
with him.
Destry and Louise got their oar in, or tried. Hinting that
they should get half of the proceeds of the condo sale.
“When you’re, anyway, throwing the money out those
fancy windows anyway...?”
Actually, the portion they coveted was slated for the
Humane Society.
“As a Christian,” Rhett But maintained to Micks. “I want you
to do more than the right thing! As to your toxic relatives?
Well...now...I must remind you, and me: Judge that you not be!”
So Micks wrote a check for the entire amount to The Humane Society.
Louise and Destry felt terribly wronged in the name of Family.
“Long live Fido and Fluffy!” they sneered.
But a new commission seized their greedy mind. A mountain
village of three thousand “cottages.” Lucerne!
“Oh! Swiss Roh-COH!” squealed Rhett.
The hilarity lasted through the Suns Game that night. A good
thing, since they performed listlessly against the Los Angeles Lake.
Labels: condo, Family, family conflicts, gay couple, Humane Society, inheritance, Lakers, Suns, will
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Preservation, and Possibility of Expulsion
The only strategy the small family could concoct to
slow Jeanine was...
Oh it made no difference! Again. She did what she
pleased, and had her two sisters in tears with her
slicing tongue.
The father babbled and the mother came down with a
gentler version of Tourette's.
It consisted of emitting “Jeanine!” at sporadic and unexpected
moments. The Beautification Committee had depended on her
leading a team for the Garden Day, but now found something
else: emailing prospects for self-tours.
“Too bad we couldn't trade her, but no other team would ever
agree to ruin their morale.” This from Ruthie.
Desperate times, desperate measures: They called in Uncle Rivers,
the psychologist.
He listened and smiled. "Needs a boyfriend."
“Has a string!”
“That’s casual. We need deep.”
The discussion led to men who admired her.
“An assistant manager at Costco called her a force of nature!”
“He's the one, then.”
She had disputed a price and was ready to take on the whole staff!
Mother wished to go on with the anecdote, but Uncle Rivers said
they knew enough already.
“And sex...might help,” he maintained quietly.
“We'd rather not mix that in there!” Dad heard from.
“I feel sorry for that guy already. Give her that weapon and she
might destroy him.” Millsy punched her palm.
It was set. Ruthie would tell him to give her a call.
Ruark did, and the rest is history, mostly of a sexual complexion.
He would eventually have been fired for surliness, but left for
another city, where she joined him.
Their quarrels are already legendary in the new apartment complex.
They are locked together in miserable love.
Laughter frequently erupts at 26 Almond Place. The girls have new
boyfriends and they're such characters! Dad has nicknamed them
Tweedledee and Tweedledum. Mother whistles at her chores, and
wouldn’t mention Jeanine even if her mild disease compelled.
Labels: family conflicts, powerful personality
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Getting Along
Three Christmas Paragraphs
"God bless us every-onnnnne!" Santa, in Bermuda shorts, falling
into The Diplomat's pool.
Hoad met the last bus, but no Marie. Back to Kool Kup, his cell on.
There, the few speculated on what could've happened.
After Mom's death, the original garage was sold. Now, Walt presides over The Tuneup Center’s purchase by Dollar Bonanza. That money gets Dad into Pine Murmur, where he insists on Christmas, Bitsy coming early to cook. And drink: "Somebody's car was always more important than the two of us!" Dad says no cars would’ve meant no college! Walt smooths it over, and they eat, then exchange gifts. Next year, his place!--Dr Mauro expecting Lornette to be discharged from Bide a Bit soon. Bitsy starts crying because her recently-departed Rence had been the only man she truly ever...! Dad switches off the chandelier so they can enjoy the tree.
Labels: age, Christmas, Family, family conflicts, love, Santa
