Old Fools Journal: Mom

March 4, 2008

The blue funk of winter finally took me down. It's a little late for me. I usually contemplate murder, mayhem and suicide in early February but we had some spats of good weather right up until February so it kind of threw me off. That and the first week of a severe diet topped by some dysfunctional family fun brought things to a head the first week in March. But its OK. My bike riding though sparse in February has improved a lot. It suddenly got easier and more satisfying. The garden is coming together. The first week of the diet is over and is now much easier. I'm still hungry much of the time but that will abate. The best part is the fat is starting to go. For those who would advise me about weight loss I know everything there is to know about loosing weight or at least all I want to know. I know that I have to be hungry to lose fat or take amphetamines. I had a go around with that in the fifties and thank you very much not again. You think quitting smoking is hard.

I thought that by the time I got to this age the hassles would be over. I firmly believe now that people do not die of old age they die to just get away for the constant same old bullshit going on and on and on and on. It would be at least somewhat challenging if the BS was new and different but its the same stuff over and over.

March 4, 1939
I don't know what I was thinking then or even if. I don't even know if I was anticipating the coming event that was about to happen. I was very young and that was a long time ago. In dragonfly years being something over 25,185 generations. In the 5 years I have taken to trying to remember that event however I am sorry to say that I have had no luck. I often state that I reserve the right to remember anything I want and to remember it as interesting as I want but in this case I haven't yet. I will speculate that about this time that Mom was hanging around the house not doing much, probably not making any plans for a night out as she was very pregnant. In a few hours she was going to get a wake up call and in about 9 hours (2:45am CST) she would be saddled with a screaming pissed off naked bundle of joy that couldn't talk, couldn't walk, wasn't house broke, didn't have any money, no job and was hungry all the time. Too late for the hospital Mom just laid back and let it go. She did call the Doc. Doctors made house calls in the olden times.

Oh yeah, the rumor that I was born in a hammock is not true. I started that rumor.

Tomorrow I will pull out my birth certificate and my baby book and honor my mother one more time. Looking over the birth certificate is a joke as it is a sworn certified lie. That is not my name as given me by my mother and father. The baby book was written by Mom so I at least I know some of the things I can't remember. She was a great mom. She was smart, capable, patient and very pretty. Have I mentioned yet that I miss her.

Thanks Mom.