it was one of those days

one of those days you yanked hard at from the store and treasure trove of prior precious preternatural days against this day to offset its inconvenience its discomfort pain that visits all living things and should render everyone commiserate and compassionate earthlings

he could hear his daughters his girlfriend in his ears Earthlings Youre the only one I know or have ever heard who says earthlings

he tendered them Right

a word he heard incessantly these days often repeated over and over again in single conversation which playfully tempted him to try and elicit the word as many times as he could running out of fingers and toes counting before they concluded their chitchat

on another day he would have been critical of a morning tumbler of whisky a morning cigar or a seemingly unpossessed mind sitting in the sun absorbing only its company

he fingered through his Patagonia jacket a petite blue stone beaded bracelet his granddaughter gave him that she bought with money he gave her for her birthday to spend as her fast three year old mind wanted which she bought and when they last saw each other on a visit north to him she gave him because among their California family and friends none had blue eyes except she and him his longshot genetic gift to her that somehow shook out in the churn of slim possibilities

a crazy little bond between them

his jacket sitting in the sun unoccupied reminded him of his boyhood and the old men he knew along his paper route sitting then as he sat now their Frankenstein monster staggering when they moved their audible sharp deep grunts and groans as he cried to them No sit Ill bring it to you and ran effortlessly up to them and put it into their impatient hands

Are you feeling better to-day

Dont matter how Im feeling I got me another beautiful day Waking in the morning alive is a wondrous gift

one by one they died

but he didnt forget their enthusiasm shining through their maladies or occasional twisted grimaces not their remarks or how they took the papers in their shaky hands like keen binoculars looking back into a forgetful past(no brain could possibly retain all those years and moments and stories) or furtively like voyeurs peering into the future

Thank you they said

Youre welcome See you tomorrow

God willing

though even as a boy he knew God had nothing to do with it

they were kind animals who dug in hid their backsides and if anything wanted a piece of them theyd have to come onto them face-to-face

they werent rolling over or going to make it easy

one by one they died

but thats how earthlings are

cherishing their precious lives no matter the odds no matter how insignificant someone ignorant thought they appeared

one learned a lot if they kept their mouths shut and eyeballs peeled

it was one of those days

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she had an answer for everything

whether it was correct wasnt important

her answers hinged on themes

God would see that she was cared for

she prayed to Him

she did her rosary every day

a priest came to her home because she was too ill to attend church and listened to her confessions and provided her contrition

he wondered how that worked what she could possibly confess

for all intents and purposes she was a shut-in

she shut herself in

over years she refused to do the things that were common sense and necessary to aid her health

her failures then were now contributing to her dire circumstances

she prayed fervently to God

she prayed that He help provide for her table rent money water gas electricity telephone and entertainment(she was a shut-in)

and when people unwittingly stepped into the fold that unfolded month after month after month she regarded them as agents of the Lord

she thanked Him profusely for their largesse

she scarcely acknowledged those flesh-and-bone beings who augmented her necessities

he couldnt remember when last she thanked an agent to their face

See she said God works in mysterious ways

yah he thought somehow I dont believe He minted the money people carried in their pockets wrote bank checks against or fashioned their plastic credit or debit cards

she knew without hesitation or thought that her benefactors were the Providence of God

God

    he said the last time he put money down on the barrelhead for her

he attached conditions to it

she would have to make changes to her finances if she accepted his money

when she blew him off as he expected she would he telephoned and told her she burned the bridge between them

Never never ask me again for money he said God  God   Gods a pedophiliac

If Tom DeLay and forty Ali Baba thieves of Republican politics know that God knows whats in Denny Hasterts heart

Who am I to debunk them

Never tout God to me

she tried on apoplectic

but to her rising ire her appalled voice he said Buhbye into his handset and hung up

he supposed it wasnt too steep a price to pay to finger her as a liar a cheat and a follower of a Pederast

not a bad days work for an infidel or pagan though hed hop the pagan rail because it set in stone rarified for him that she had no intentions of payin back what she owed

Hallelujah  Praise the Lord

if she and her ilk kept at it thered be nothing in collection plates or baskets

then when the Vatican was forced to sell off its considerable booty it called Treasure and the Days of Gospel handed down from Pope to Bishop to Cardinal to Archbishop to Priest floundered as many other Hierarchies who picked Peoples pockets ought to fall flat on their faces

ah he thought one more useless thing scraped off his plate

from the Outside

              perhaps he might seem cruel

though Outside

             what the fuck did they know who the fuck did they think they were

he wasnt soliciting opines

the last thing hed ever do was ask anyones opinion of what they thought he should do

he had access to learned mens words

he loved how experts disagreed

then it was a matter for him his obligation to vet them determine how they dressed

there was too much written from too many angles to be obscured

too many shills  too many stuffed pockets  too many failed strategies

those with their equity demolished whose mouths should have been sewn shut tight  he supposed all he had to do was get a good whiff of the air around them

you never forget once youve smelled a rat

yet for the true believers the faithful they ragged on and on

they didnt need to know their arse from a hole in the ground  they didnt have to it wasnt their responsibility

another of her answers to everything

all a woman really needed was to find a good man(she didnt qualify what good meant)

marry

and have lots of babies

Horseshit he said

babies like deadbolts he mused deadbolts one over the other descending towards the floor aligning the peekhole between them and the ironworked oiled hinges opposite

Security he asked Any woman afforded a string of deadbolts might likely have the world by the balls huh

though few men he knew were worthy the title of the world

he couldnt help himself Nah he couldnt restraint himself

the thought that she opened her mouth to share such drivel provoked him I must be an easy mark

he wasnt one to ever be called the bigger man or the better person humility meekness didnt thrive in the susurrating petri dish that he was

anything that flew in the face of the truth or sought to tarnished its common tin crown he was on it

he looked to smack it down diligently and in the most obsequious obscene manner he could devise

he couldnt tolerate the tone-deaf silence in the wake of a lie or misstatement which alluded to him its hearers acquiescenced

Excuse me he said

she glared at him

that was the best he could hope for as her acknowledgement

Didnt you have a miscarriage before your first husbands death and then three children from three different failed marriages

she glared

I have to urge that your living example defies the strategy you profess  Your perception is skewed

                                                                               Wouldnt you

she glared

I mean  Wouldnt you

If you have to have a deadbolted door to keep a man inside it

Where are your men

It seems youve managed only to tenaciously hang onto their byproducts by hoodwink

her glare erupted like a flame from a gunbarrel How dare you

Dare  You say I dare

You are a miserable man

Miserably honest yes but my dare is implicit to your deadbolt children and absent husbands

I understand my temerity Do you understand yours  Synonyms cheek gall presumption audacity

another of her answers

                    God will smite you

If He does Hell have to be mighty sharp I aint a sitting target by no means

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