I didn’t Try

Recently T and me had a conversation about his incessant need to be right.
All the time.
Now I do not have to always be right but I will find out the answer so I know it for next time.
I also will look it up to prove that I am right.
Oh dear.
Huh now it is beginning to make sense.
Anyhow now that this discovery has been made let us continue with his need to argue with me.
He will insist even when presented with irrefutable evidence that he is right and I and the entire world is wrong.
Me: You know despite the fact you know the sky is blue you would argue with me that it is green just because you don’t want to be wrong.
T: Sounds like something I would do.
Yesterday we had to go to the city for an eye appointment.
Which meant I had to drive.
Which meant I spent 45 minutes to the city and 45 minutes home hearing:
Mother. Slow down Mother. Mother.
I hate when he calls me mother.
It is not only the word.
It is the tone the word is laced with.
Friday the Ex picked T up and they went to do some work at his place.
I misread the early morning text and thought they were cutting wood and working on T’s shack.
I received a text about selling T into slavery.
I choked with laughter when I read it as I was standing in line at work.
But not before a small guffaw escaped me causing others to look over.
Went to pick him up for 6.
When it is dark.
When we got to the highway I realized all I could see were blobs of light.
I could not tell how far away the vehicles were.
T had to tell me.
All the way home I was lectured about my driving.
It was windy and I have a  wee car.
And the asshole behind me was up my rear.
I hunched forward and down.
T put his hand up to keep light from shining in rear view mirror.
Either the guy behind me was a real asswipe or T gave him the finger.
Rode my ass all the to two lane.
Despite the fact that he could have easily pass me.
Fast forward to yesterday.
We are driving along and a song I love comes on the radio.
I begin to sing along.
For reasons I cannot explain I know the words.
But they will not come out of my mouth in the right order.
So I am singing a mashed up version.
To which T tells me to please stop I was embarrassing myself.
The way I take to the city is two laned until we leave Mitchell.
I am in the lane that is ending.
I am looking at T and telling him to be quiet.
We were laughing.
When I looked back I was about to run into the ditch.
Switched lanes rapidly.
Me: You would have let us go into the ditch to prove to me that my driving is bad.
T: Yep that sounds like me.
My abs hurt we were laughing so hard.
Got to the city and were shocked by the amount of people that we saw out.
T and myself hit the optometrist’s office and have our appointments.
With T she said she did not think he needed glasses this year but we would see in a year.
It is not a wonder that I am unable to discern distances.
My right eye is now weaker than my left.
So much so that she did not even give me my prescription at full strength for the right eye as there is concern that I would not be able to adjust well.
That is how much of a change there is.
I knew that something had changed but it only became really noticeable within the last two weeks.
I now have to go back.
Make an appointment to get my glasses and contacts.
They have a great deal on as always.
And with the exception of the year I got my glasses in Mexico I have been using Pearle Vision for the last 10 years or so.
But at least I will be able to see.
And there will be no more ‘Mother!’
T: I did not try very hard on the test mom.
Me: What test?
T: The one where she asked if one is better than the other or the same.
Me: That is not a test that is to determine if you need glasses.
T: Well they are all the same. It was boring.
Me: OMG no wonder she said you did not need glasses this year.
I am still chuckling
I made the mistake of telling him to quit pushing on his imaginary brake.
He was most confused and demanded that I explain what I meant.
I had seen him flexing his wrist.
Not pushing down his foot.
Now though he is riding that brake and making me nervous.
©Nov. 29/20
Pictures are my own

Chickens Begin to Die in 10

Well I just got myself a lesson.
Before I get to the bulk of this post I will explain.
I always thought that being ignorant meant knowing that something is wrong and doing it anyways.
Because you want to.
It is not though.
The word for that is immoral.
Don’t believe me I will wait while you go and look it up.
I typed ‘what it is called when a person does something knowing that it is wrong’.
Let that sink in for a moment.
What has set Miss Priss off this morning many of you must be groaning.
Get that next cup of coffee.
I will wait.
And a few more for those who know that it is a good idea to throw on another pot before beginning our morning chat.
I am not even going to go off too too badly.
Four headlines.
All stories dealing with Covid.
And stupidity.
I am not going to identify any areas save for my own.
City being sued by religious bodies to allow in-house service.
Because we all know packing people into small spaces in not conducive to passing along the virus. (Can you hear the heavy sarcasm?)
Nope it is all good.
Let’s pray.
Let’s hope that we are protected.
Let’s hope that entire congregations are not wiped out.
Police had to change the locks on a restaurant.
Change the locks on a person’s business.
Said individual defied public health orders and remained open for dine in service.
Orders put in place to protect the public.
Do I think that is going too far?
This individual and all supporters are putting lives at risk.
It must stop.
In 1 month provincial Humans Rights Commission have had between 50-100 calls with regards to how masks are a violation of a person’s right.
Boo hoo.
I totally understand having a medical exemption.
What I find violating is that these individuals have no reason to not wear one other then they are being told to.
So they are choosing to harm others.
On purpose.
Granted not all are going to be carriers.
Not all are even going to get sick.
But there will be some.
Who will never realize how far reaching this devastation can be.
Local Church to hold another Sunday Service in defiance of the Public Health Orders in place.
As all who read my blog know there was an anti mask rally put on in the city I live in.
Organized by a church.
This church which is located outside the city but shares a close name to a church within the city.
A church that is drawing the ire of not only residents of the city but across the province as well.
The pastor is worried about the church being vandalized.
He has been on the news and a notice has gone out on their Facebook page.
The spokesperson for the other church (which also defied orders and held service last Sunday and was calling for people to come out this Sunday as well) shrugged his shoulders and said that has nothing to do with us.
See as I said at first I thought ignorance was a good word for these actions.
Except that ignorance means lacking knowledge or information.
None of these groups/people are lacking knowledge.
Absolutely none of these groups/people are lacking in information.
Cases are still climbing in our health region.
Our ICU is overtaxed.
And than we are faced with this immoral behaviour.
This outrage is not even for myself.
And if people out there think that I am skipping around throwing flowers like a Cheerful Cherry think again.
I am tired.
Tired of not not being on all the time at work.
Tired of only having T to hug.
I love giving hugs.
I give great hugs.
No offense to the boy but I need to hug others.
I have lost two more customers in the last five days.
That does not include the 8 or so who have passed within the last two days.
Their obits are not out yet.
Another one of my regular customers came through my till.
Second gentleman to have survived his bout with Covid.
Of my list I can now remove one of my seniors.
He came in today.
The day I last served him was the day he had to go into quarantine.
I almost cried when I saw him.
Prior to being ill these gentlemen were robust and healthy.
Now they look frail.
They look older.
Some of the vim that bubbled out of them is missing.
But they are the lucky ones.
And they know that.
This is a disease that is ravaging our elderly.
Ravaging them.
All one has to do is look at how quickly it is ripping through Care homes.
However it is also beginning to rip through Senior Housing (apartments/condos for seniors not sure what else to call it) where all the seniors are healthy individuals with active lives.
My outrage is for them.
My mom (sorry mom) falls in this category and the fact that people are out there spreading their germs willy nilly pisses me right off.
Willy nilly.
What a funny word.
Willy nilly definition:  adverb
                                               in a disorganized or unplanned manner; sloppily.                                                                 whether one wishes to or not; willingly or unwillingly
Willy nilly. A fun word doing a scary thing.
Immoral: Knowingly doing something wrong.
Rant is now over.
I guess I should explain the title.
Ex messaged offering to make T and I supper tonight or tomorrow.
Tomorrow we have eye appointment but thought he might like to hang out with T for day.
Making arrangements and explaining eye and dental appointments.
Out of nowhere this text arrives:
It has taken us a long time but I can say that the Ex and I are good friends.
He is and always will be one of my closest friends.
And besides what better example can we set then to show T that it is possible to be a family even when your parents get divorced.
Have a fabulous Friday loves.
©Nov. 27/20
Meme generated on FB
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