I've resolved of late to be more tolerant of other people. Lately I have felt myself become easily agrivated at people and as a result I get in a pissy mood. So I've been trying o grit my teeth and remember I'm not perfect either. It's not such a hard task, unless...
I decided to have Sunday dinner at my parents house yesterday. On the drive there I felt anxious, no clue why, but I would be reminded how it's always a special event to spend a few hours with my family.
Getting there late, I found myself trapped at the table with my sister and my mom as the rest went in the living room to watch the Steelers. It was kind of like walking in the woods an all of a sudden realizing it's going to be dark - your pulse quickens, your stomach tightens, you don't know what will happen but you have got to get out of there fast.
My grandmother married her 3rd husband Howard 2 years ago and he had not been well. He was the subject of discussion as I sat eating lasagna thinking the pasta was not as good as it could have been. It was much too limp.
Mom: They took Howard to the hospital yesterday.
Tim: Oh no, why? (really, really stupid move to ask)
Mom: Was he stand up he passes out. Mom though he was having a stroke.
April: He didn't look well when I saw him. And the smell! like he shit himself.
Mom: He may have!
Tim: (cough) bread?
Mom: Oh, I'm sorry, let me get you some.
April: Did you find a job yet?
Tim: What would be your guess, considering I have never said, "Hey, I got a new job"
April: Well sorry! Just asking!
Tim: You've recognized the problem then. The fact that you asked when you should have known.
Mom: Here's your bread. No, if you ask me, Howards problem is that implant.
April: Ahhhhh!
Mom: Yeah, he went to the doctor a while back and that doctor said, "My god man! You can't walk around with an erect penis all the time! You have to go back and have that pump fixed."
April: Jesus!
Mom: Yeah, there's a problem with that pump he had implanted and it's up all the time. But he can't go back to the guy that installed it because he died, and the doctor he' going to now says he won't do it.
Tim: I'm going to finish this on the porch.
April: Not in a sociable mood huh?
