I think Miller Time broke my water and
we can go to the hospital when you are done kissing on Jack Daniels
As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
This is a saga of how not to be, but I am certain you have reams of relatives who fit this description, and if it is you, make a big donation here as charity covers up a multitude of sins, and most of your relatives hope for the day you die.
So Uncle has children, so of course I have cousins. So we are taking care of the Uncle and big drama erupts in on of his kindred goes tits up, so it is my kindred too. So I get the messages and things, and we are to go over and check that he doesn't go tits up too.
I know Uncle, and he is tender hearted, but he is tough as hell, so he is not going to stroke out over shit like this.
The plan is the son is going to phone him and tell him which is fine by me. So we go over, and son has not phoned yet. So we get sent to do some things by Uncle, and the phone rings, as we hear it from outside. Yes it is the news.
I ask TL what excuse we can make about to go in again, and TL mentions cream for his coffee, so that sounds great, and before we get in, he has the door open and is telling us the kindred had left us.
We talk for awhile, get instructions on more shit he wants done, he jokes and we discuss things about food, and he is doing great as he is a Cherry.
So I get out of the house and TL tells me to stop cracking jokes until we are off the place, as what I am joking about is the son.........he didn't call. He made his sister phone up Uncle with the news.
I am saying things like maybe we should call the son and offer our condolensces as he is so in grief........at the bar. Son likes to tip a few back as his favorite vocation.
See the background on this is Beloved Uncle was dying too of brain cancer, and it fell to my cousins here and me to do the last rites for him. My brother and the son, just could not come as it was something they could not handle. I was like, "You assholes, you can walk away from it, but Beloved Uncle can't leave the brain cancer at the door. He has to deal with it as he is dying".
That is what I am certain took place in his sisters texted him to call his Dad, but he whimped out as the Mother of all Wuss. So he makes his sister call the Dad up with the news, and we are left here to be volunteered to watch him so that he is ok.
I mean what kind of fucking worthless son of a bitch do you have to be, to be an adult male and you can't be the man of the family and tell your Dad a relative is dead, because you can't handle it. No thought that maybe the relative's family was upset about an event that I was joking about too, as I use humor a great deal to pass news along to people that are close and get my brand of gallows humor.
Like I texted my brother with, "Well he went tits up. That will teach him to not share his caps with me". That comes from the reunion where my brother was telling the relative he once gave him a hunting hat. I gave the old guy hell, as he never shared any with me. It was all in fun and he knew it, but people treat too many people with kid gloves that don't need it. You treat people the way you always do and it makes them feel better.
Anyway, the worthless protege now has an excuse to sit up the bar and drink tonight, as any excuse is good to tip a few back. He will probably lament that his Dad is next which is what he has been hoping to close the lid on for some time in things that he will not heal.
The more though those children are around the more the Uncle appreciates TL and myself, so it works out. I do try though to help heal the wounds, but soon as they left over the holidays, I was hearing, "I said what the hell is that door open letting the flies in, when she was loading up to leave!" and "That kid tries to do things, but he don't know."
I am probably the dumb shit from beyond the horizon too, but Uncle knows I try, and I have been protecting him all these past years from being taken advantage of, so his not scowling goes a long way to making things go good.
It was though like this morning in he was telling me about mowing again. He started off with there was a pitch fork out there stuck in the ground. I said I did that. "Oh," he says, so I put it away.
The thing is, that fork was either him or his son who was burning things, so after the daughter was here, it was on the ground and I ran over it with the mower, so I stuck it in the ground, as I figured if I tried to put it away, I would have got, "No I don't want that damn fork put away, it is for burning trash".
Is just the way it is, but the good son I did show a tree growing there which we can transplant later, and was interested, so it is a little here and there, and they do appreciate what we are doing and I do enjoy this time with Uncle as he is a character and the last of the males in my family from that generation.
So I am thinking that maybe the good son will be hauling out a load of beer and whiskey to the wuss as he will probably have the town drunk dry by this afternoon in his grief, as hiding from responsibilities is a heavy burden.
That is what I just can not wrap my mind around, in I don't like confrontations like booting TL's family off the place for being assholes in trying to break us up again, but by God's Grace I do it, because it's the afterwards you have to live with. I wean the wuss is a grown man, and how do you not have that eat on your ass in what a coward you are in not doing what needs done on important stuff and then getting your sister to be the man of the house.
It's like "shit" what the hell is that all about. That kind of shit never flew around here in people sucked it up and did what needed doing, but it is another time and I do the old ways and people now just are text pussies.
Maybe next time the son can be enticed out with a 6 pack of beer, in if he does the deed, he gets a brew for being a man about things.
Like I said if you are like this, grow a pair and get it done, as I don't like checking on old folks to see if they died from stress as it is not on my bucket list. It is life. Life sucks, so suck it up.
You can quote me on that.
It is life, Life sucks, so suck it up.
- Lame Cherry
Nuff Said
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