I don’t know why but today I wanted to go by my grandads grave site but it had been moved since the last time I was there. He was cremated so it was just a placard. I contacted the administration to get the new location and they informed me that it had been moved and they couldn’t disclose it to anyone except for approved by the head my my mom’s estate. So that’s great. In 1996 my grandmother passed away and her ashes sat in the hall closet for the next 7 years until my grandad passed away. I do feel bad I wasn’t there for him when he wasn’t well and fading but I only knew after the fact when my mom rubbed in my face he was calling for me hours before he died. The last time I ever saw him was when he and my mom were having one of their battles that required the police to hold them apart because he would have killed her. This time seemed sort of justified though. When my grandmother was young her sister became a nun and moved back to Italy. Before she left she gave my grandmother a prayer book. Obviously they were Catholic. My grandmother kept that book from the 1930 until the day she died. My grandad kept it and read from it every day and would treasure it above all else. The problem with this in my mom’s eyes was she being a southern Baptist apparently meant this Catholic prayer book was pure evil. On the day I was done here’s what I had walked in on. My grandad screaming stop stop stop in a crying raspy voice while stomping his feet in place and pulling his hair panicking and crying. Around my mom on the floor were pages from the prayer book as she was screaming at him that he was a sinner and he was going to hell for using that book while tearing page after page out of it and flinging it in the air and getting in his face. So happy fucking birthday to me right? I called 911 and then took the book from her with minimal force and just being intimidating gave it to my grandad and he dropped to his knees crying and pulling the pages into a pile. When the police showed up my mom told them I was abusing my grandfather and I showed them what I had filmed on my Nokia 6110 because I knew I’d need proof of elderly abuse. Because of this my grandad got put into a retirement home but my mom put me on the not welcome list because she was still his caretaker some how. Years later he passed away and I was told after the fact but I could at least go visit his spot with his name and my grandmothers name side by side finally. Then years later I find out my mom had passed away and I wasn’t allowed to know where her grave was which was fine but I really wish I could have seen my grandparents name on that iron plate one more time.
So there’s a mistake I made in 2014. I ‘m not good at drawing out a statement and I tend to jump around when speaking so I need to write this out. I made a big mistake. It was sort of rational though because I have always wanted to live in Japan. I had a special girl in my life. I wasn’t going to go to bars to meet people. Instead I’d used the same site I was looking for used cars on, southeasttexas.com. I made a profile and she clicked on me. We met a Chili’s on I-10 in Beaumont one day for lunch. She the one in scrubs. I was probably wearing a green t-shirt. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. We hit it off and talked often. We started getting lunches often, some times breakfast. I’d pick her up in my Mazda with AC or if it was a nice enough day with my truck and she never seemed to mind it. Within a few weeks she told me she loved me when we were on our way to lunch on 11th street and I really did care about her but when it came down to it I wasn’t completely head over heals in love with her like she was with me. I should have seen the signs too. She often came over to say hi, we got lunch all the time. Dinners weren’t as common, but every time she ever cooked it was the best thing ever. Mac and cheese, chicken and rice, simple sandwiches, things I don’t know the name of but were full of meat and sauce and some veggies and I loved them. She looked up a recipe for gyudon because of how obsessed with Japan I was and it was the greatest beef bowl I’d ever had. She would always make extra so I’d steal food from her plate. She didn’t mind. We went to Olive garden and she went nuts for some bread sticks and she didn’t care that I blow bubbles in my tea. One time we went to her dad’s house for a gathering and he has an awesome pool. She looks super cute in a swim suit and has long beautiful hair so she looks like a mermaid under water. She made me a sandwich and I was so happy but I had my goals and didn’t know what I’d be missing. We did a lot more than eat but I’m a fat guy and I love food and the table is when you can really sit down and spend time with someone. No errands to run, walking and talking while doing things, no distractions. We didn’t get to go on many dates because evening time was limited with her amazing kids. We would hang out and watch House Hunters and make fun of people and their life choices. We could talk for hours about anything and everything and we did because she was becoming my best friend. I liked her point of views on the world and she liked mine. She made me little things to show she cared. She made me 3.5 diskette disks with felt on the bottom to have coasters finally because my coffee table didn’t have any. They are still ok my coffee table wherever I have lived since. She’s a good parent and raised her kids right. Her daughter would dart back and forth across her living room that gave me some anxiety but I’d never ask her to stop cause that was her thing to do. When it came time to go I started giving all my things away and she was such an amazing woman and she took my kitties for me and gave them an awesome life. Her daughter is the cat whisperer and could get the kitties to come over and say hello without effort. She even kept the Dodge for me until it had to be towed away and destroyed. But I had my dreams and didn’t want to wait so I went to Japan and kept in touch with her a little but not as much as I should have. Strike 1.
Just take the iPad out of your bag.
I decided to bring my range headphones because they have the noise cancelation stuff in them. I also have TSA Precheck. One of the drones that wander around yelling laptops stay in the bag unless you have more than one. Side story; the agent yelling about laptops was asked “what if you have a laptop and an iPad”.. He was told if you have more than one computer take it out of your bag. He asked two more times and was given the same answer each time. I barked JUST TAKE IT OUT OF YOUR BAG. The guy looks at me and says but it’s not a computer. I asked him if the xray can tell the difference between one thin device with a screen, batteries and a bunch of little technology it it? He says but it’s not a computer. So he got held with 3 kids for additional bag searching.. ANYWAYS MAIN STORY; The same TSA geek that was going on about 2 computers was behind the xray thing when I went thru and my range headphones and phone and passport came out on the belt and he goes arent those.. I said yeah and picked them up. He says you’d don’t have a…. I say nope. One of the kids with the guy getting screened starts losing his shit because he wants his iPad. I put on my big ass headphones and smile. TSA guy gives me a thumbs up.
Well OK.take those things away. https://ift.tt/2UMmAOd
Well. I’ve ruled out being a cartographer in a past life. https://ift.tt/2S2GanI
Every time I go anywhere with a jukebox… https://ift.tt/2SzMsv0
I <3 my yard https://www.instagram.com/p/BrCRIZnA-Wp/