As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
As I type this, the heinous uncle is getting ready to depart the building, and after all of the affliction he has caused, the Holy Ghost whispered something to me, to comfort me and for me to enjoy, and that is, every day I can remind myself of the last things heinous uncle will be doing.
Until people are dying, the thoughts never come to mind that people have last things. Like the mother, I had no idea when we went for a walk, that this would be her last walk.
So heinous Uncle has had last things, which happened last year. There is not going to be any more hacking on apple trees which do not meet this standards as he was pissing around about last year and I was not getting it done, as when you hack on old trees it kills them from the stress.
I will have a last time, the memory of his sour ass face, scowling at me, as he was yelling about my not needing to come back that week. There are so many last things, which his clock has ticked and is ticking away. I will be pleased at the last time he shits in that toilet.
I would not want to be his children, who I really feel for, as he threw away any relationship they will ever have. To the last of them, none of them want anything to do with him. They do not like him being crabby and they do not want to get stuck doing things for him which he does not appreciate. His only purpose for them is to pick something off his bones in inheritance, and I like that too, as the heinous old man finally learned that no one liked him, and no one wanted to be burdened by him. What we did for him, he never appreciated, and I know he was furious when we refused to take any more of his abuse, because he had it planned out that we would. He never knew who I was ever and the trash he tried to replace us with, only rubbed his nose in it more of how wrong he was.
I like thinking back with a smile, which was just a weight last year, in he was always telling me how to do things. Often yelling at me, and every time, God was good to me as every time, when we did it uncle's way, it was a fuck up, and I never said a word, and just did things my way, and voila, the solution worked. That really stuck in his ass, as he was always about the way he did things, and they were not what was the best.
One of the last times, is the swallows will no longer be killed by his 10 faces of Eve decisions. Last year, when he came, a swallow started building a nest. His son told me, after the little one left to take it down, as he has a good heart.
Well, another pair appeared, and his kids were coming, so I thought, "Let them handle it", as the mother was a shit for taking down nests, and bird shit on things has never bothered me with birds.
So we get back, and sure as hell, old snoop discovered that nest and I was orderd to take it down. Two weeks, a cardboard on the cement, would have settled it all and the birds would have left, but NO IT MUST BE DOWN, so I crawl up, get the babies out, and this time God directed me to another swallow nest with eggs in it, and I put the little ones in there, and in the end, the other eggs hatched and they had one pile of little ones raised.
Yet even in that, this next was on the garage door and shit was all over it......that was fine with the uncle, but not the one we could remedy.
It was like the apple trees he could not resist hacking on. I was leaving the apples on the ground for the wildlife. Soon it was NO PICK THEM UP as he is anal as hell. So daily we picked up a 5 gallong bucket. 11 days later.....and it was always 11 days later, the new mandate came, "I kinda like the rabbits, squirrels and deer eating on them". Gee what the hell do you think I was advocating for so he could see something besides race cars.
Same with the snow shovel. Someone stole it, and I was running around looking for one. All he had was a grain scoop, so I brought it up and was promplty informed by Mr .Anal, "That is not a snow shovel".
You would have to hear him condescendingly spit those words out, as he did it often in the obvious, but in my world it was taught,' You take what you got and make do as it is better than nothing".
So the shovel goes back..........11 days later, "Say bring me that shovel up here". I did so without a word.
So those are many comforting lasts which I will never have to deal with again. He won't be murdering the neighbors cats....and Lord God the neighbor was still harping about that the other day and it was years ago. Apparently big tough uncle would not even go to the door to talk to her. All she was asking was for him to fess up, as she wanted to know what happened to her cat for peace of mind.
Odd thing is, he shot the cats, but would sthoot jays too, which the cats would eat, but that is how his polluted mind worked, he was killing his solution.
Now though that is all lasts, but there will be firsts too of many. The firsts of more people swindling him this time and his not being able to do anything about it. The firsts of people treating him like shit in captivity and his not being able to do anything about it.
I do have great humor in knowing what awaits in the geezer cell, in no one has time to visit or deal with old people, so what is the thought of going to see someone every month, is 6 months, and then it is why bother, and you phone it in, and then he is sleeping or can't hear so why even bother...........and when he gets pissy with the staff, there are always those who will retaliate.
So the firsts and the lasts are all comnig, and they are all going to be pleasant for me and most unpleasantly well deserved for him. And it comes to this, I hope he has a long long suffering. I don't want him dead, just wanted him gone, and now that he is going, going, gone, his lingering in the cesspool of what he is, is great comfort to me, before God sends him to hell.
I hope as time goes by, that I get more of the story filled in, in the puzzles of how he existed for months, which his children seemed to act ignorant of, as it would probably have meant social services would have swooped in and locked him up.
To know he suffered for his sins, is a wonderful and comforting reckoning.
So today I can contemplate, is this the last meal out of a can he will have. Is this the last tiem he will see something outside. Just what will be the many lasts of this day, before he is going, going, gone.
I will have to inquire as to when tits up day will arrive. That will comfort me too, in the first day in a world without this horrid person who refuses to repent, and another last, the last day he is in the world.
Nuff Said
Even sad songs are happy now..........
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