As might still be in my profile, today is my 54th birthday.
It started with a nice wakeup call from the Miserable Human Being T at 7 am, which scared the Hell out of me, because as I've posted on here before, my father, my uncle and my aunt are old.
Then the fun began.
I was supposed to meet my Dad and my uncle at an Italian eatery on the Upper East Side of Manhattan.
To get there from my area in Queens, one can either take an E train to 53rd St, and transfer to a 6 uptown, then I walk to my Dad's
Or,. A F train to 63td Street, and then walk.
Well, the E and the F train, were stuck one behind the other!
So fine, I come home, call my Dad, tell him these developments, and then called a Car Service.
It took the Car Service, almost an hour to get here!
Finally, when they did, I got there.
I took a car home.
When I got home, I called T, merely to return his call from this morning.
AT first it went okay.
Then of course, T started running his mouth. Putdowns, criticism, etc.
T thinks he met a girl from another country, who is going to come here, and marry him.
He never actually met her, he talks to her, and she is supposed to come, they will "get to know each other" and then get married
I frankly dont give a flying Fuck what T does.
What I do give a fuck about, is his calling me and getting into every subject.
My birthday was 95 percent good, except for the train/car fiasco, and the conversation with T.
I felt blessed to still have my Dad and my uncle with me at their advanced ages to celebrate with me.
Now, medical tests await, likely MRI and other things.
We will see how that goes.
It started with a nice wakeup call from the Miserable Human Being T at 7 am, which scared the Hell out of me, because as I've posted on here before, my father, my uncle and my aunt are old.
Then the fun began.
I was supposed to meet my Dad and my uncle at an Italian eatery on the Upper East Side of Manhattan.
To get there from my area in Queens, one can either take an E train to 53rd St, and transfer to a 6 uptown, then I walk to my Dad's
Or,. A F train to 63td Street, and then walk.
Well, the E and the F train, were stuck one behind the other!
So fine, I come home, call my Dad, tell him these developments, and then called a Car Service.
It took the Car Service, almost an hour to get here!
Finally, when they did, I got there.
I took a car home.
When I got home, I called T, merely to return his call from this morning.
AT first it went okay.
Then of course, T started running his mouth. Putdowns, criticism, etc.
T thinks he met a girl from another country, who is going to come here, and marry him.
He never actually met her, he talks to her, and she is supposed to come, they will "get to know each other" and then get married
I frankly dont give a flying Fuck what T does.
What I do give a fuck about, is his calling me and getting into every subject.
My birthday was 95 percent good, except for the train/car fiasco, and the conversation with T.
I felt blessed to still have my Dad and my uncle with me at their advanced ages to celebrate with me.
Now, medical tests await, likely MRI and other things.
We will see how that goes.
