At lunch the sub chef came out and asked how was the soup. A lot of people raised their hands to say it was good. He then admitted it was the first he’d made for us we clapped. Martin said when he goes back to germ hhhhhis mother won’t be happy to put meat in his soup since she is a animal lover. Morning ned Lloyd is giving me the meds. I have a knapkin sperad on the counter so not to get green powder and cococa on it a as I spoon it into the bottlee . He wants me to have a systwm so that I don’t dump both med ags on the top at pnce, not enough room before I saw sara and said again I was having trouble with eveninig meds before din she said she left a note in the log but errica coulsn’t finf it I said maybe leave a postit note. I don’t nokknnow I if it is still there because I forgot to take my meds until after din. Ms asara said she was giddy, always cutting up , lloyd said the same that he lived in a humourless home and had to make up fpr it. Sara then was talking aaout how you can’t s do all the same stuff you you used to be able to do when you are younger. At 67 it’s difficult. Preg stafer linda said she disagreed could still do stuff. At lunch martin also was commenting tangent to trump’s vic they the mexicans have greater mexico California, arizona new mexico texas. I have thought it would have cute if the mex prez had told trump he wanted the us to build a wall on the border to keep out amer drug buyers from trashing hi country. Skippy was saying that amer wanted something to entertain them but now opps we have a clown for pres.
My father was always ready to buy me an Almond Joy Bar, The Wawa wasn’t far. He was a sailor who went to sea, Always bringing gifts for Maddy and me. He Brought chess sets from all over. We switched from one to the other. He never was easy with me on those chess boards, we would have been bored. We lived together for a while after my mother passed. I was at gw and working as a bike courier fast. I’d come home and the first thing he’d do would check my new wbloody bumbs and abrasion on arms and legs, then a glass of water drained to the dregs. I started traveling al\ot so he moved u to NJ and ended with Maddy on my sister’s property lot. There were signs of his growing dementia, even when I was little, falling playing a baseball game, he didn’t return to the game. Getting arrested, stopped by police who took hhis stumble gait and mumble words for inebriation, just demntation. I don’t need a nudge to mention his fudge and Chocolate chip cookies by some taste too much by far (no me) chips in them they were almost like a chocolate bar. My mom asked him to spank me once. His touch was so light on my thigh, there was laughter instead of a cry. This was how he managed between the two of us between, Bipolar wife and growing teen. I never argued with him just my mom. Went to movies together but don’t remember toassing frisbees together. He took me to Europe, the Benelux and the scene Parissienne, by way of a house in Brussels where he lived a half year with a courtesan named Jacquiline. I was inspired to relearn French there after visitting my friend Britt who was embassy staff there. After visiting him and his petite Cecil, I set about it with a will. He was like a tree bending in the wind. It probably saved his marriage in the end. He paid for for my college degrees, From English and Russian to Soviet Studies, Although the last was obsolete almost right away by the late eighties. He would dump his sea bag out and it would smell of the sea, as we looked inside to see what we could see. It smelled the same later when I used it to go to sea. He was in a hospice at the end and I went to visit him for a weekend. I hardly recognized him he was so frail, but could still tell a good sea tale. Stll the broad shoulders and soft grey hair, a bit less of the brain under the hair . With one hand fingers missing three, the other broken I fed him one two three. He lost three fingers at sea, the let three, just the thumb and a stump like a vice had to suffice. A hatch fell on it but when I first noticed he didn’t tell me that, but would pull some story out of a hat. An elephant stepped on it. A car door slammed on it. A fridge door closed on it. He got hungry and ate them. He lost them. They ran away. I believed each story in their day. It did not stop him from steering a ship or driving a car, however far. After my mom died we went to a funeral home a Jewish affair, most ly for my Maddy downesyndromed sister, to associate with death or such affairs she may have seen on tv air. The director gave a canned sermon and we kissed her one last time and set off in our station wagon, me driving my shaky father this time. Sad faces passing shopping places. We parked and I ran to a riteaid and brought back a brown bag with every kind of hershry chocolate and dumped on the seat we ate the lot. My rule is if you have chocolate in your mouth you can never be as sad as you could be with chocolate on you rpallette. Ihe was a great step dad too as i’m sure my sister elder would tell you. Imy dad grew up at the hershey orphanage and even knew the great personage. i’m sure my dad would be glad I in talking of hime in all his parts I didn’t include silent but deadly farts
My dad smoled for a while and when I began to get wind of how bad it was I opposed it a while. I threw a carton of cigs in the toilet you should have seen his face, but he took it with grace, I was just 3 and learned the dangers at the school where he sent me. He was smoking exiled from my allerpangenoc mom at the dinner tab;e when I went over and innocently, really innocently, inaled some scented turkish branc he had brought back and said I love the smell of cigarette smote. It was the last one I ever saw hime smoke and the only time he ever lied to me that I know of was when I asked about some butts in the tray in the staaywagon. He said some woman had smoked them. He was always ready for a hug around his broad back, that I wish I had grown into my own back. Smelled like old spice which we all found nice. We bought a trailer and pu;;ed it from Maine to Florida behind our Oldsmobile vista cruiser. Paid for my violin lessons and lp collections galore, and enough sheet musci to cover the floor. Enough blocks to build a city which I loved to knock down, what a apity. I never was hungry o rpoorly dressed as you see he was the best. The best roommate I ever had, that’s my dad.