Hmmm.....cont'd

     Was a good day at work, like the uneven transisition? Even got an uncalled for hour of overtime too.  There was no reason for it, but overtime is overtime. 

     Friday night, got home about 6:15, tired.  Mood was not good in the house.  Sister wanted another restaurant take out.  Brother in law went for pizza, I waited about 45 minutes for her freaking dinner.  I tell you I was bone tired.  The cold weather does that to me.  So I chose to lay down after dinner.

     I've mentioned I live in a very small house.  I could here the trouble in the next room.  Sister was on a tear.  It was the usual bullshit.  Both sides were right, but never do anything about it.  Cannot really relate it all because of the huge mess of it.  You get it in compartmentalized form, and think it would be easily solved.  Ahh well, sorry.

     It got to the point where she would now punish him by not asking him for anything.  I heard my name called from thier room.  "my name," I know this game, it wasn't half as effective on my mom as it is with him.  It's an old game and an old tactic.  The less seasoned me gets up and goes and sees what is up.  Then fetch's.

     I just lay in my cozy darkness ignoring and listenting.
"My name"
To my brother in law, unheard in background, "No I don't need anything from you thank you."  "my name"
     Rinse repeat a bunch of times.  Eventually this round lost she lets him get her a slice of cake.  Oh darn I missed out big time huh?

     Saturday morning not much better.  She didn't want anything from the deli.  "Well you're getting something and that's that.  You have to eat." he retorts yelling back.  I'm at my computer having a bowl of oatmeal.  I can tell it will be a rough day.  I make up my mind early that I'd be out the door and try to plan something for the evening.

     After breakfast.  Well they're supposed to go get their taxes done.  Oh, what, really?  He was surprised she did that.  He's very upset about something.  She's yelling from other room, he's in his strained emotional voice saying it's not fair.  No not to me.  Just saying it out loud.  Been here before.  Never does want to talk about it.  In the last 8 years he's taken no advice.  I don my bomber jacket, grab a handfull of cigars and hit the door.