murky grandpa
I can't understand my grandfather.He is about 76 years old. He doesn't have the slightest idea what I do professionally, or what I want to do artistically.
He won't call me, but he will get upset if I don't call him.
He likes to talk about Auburn football, but that's about it.
I know I'm being inconsiderate by not calling him, but hell, I don't call anyone. I just assume that if I don't hear from you, you are ok, and the same goes with me.
I talk to my favorite cousin about once every six months. She's a stock broker in New York. Sometimes we go a year without talking, and we don't get all crabby about it.
I need to be more considerate.
Once when my parents were breaking up my mom told me that I should be coming to live with her instead of my father. She said that she and my grandfather loved me, but if I didn't come live with her...
She left off there, and left me to ponder the consequences in the front yard of a church in Alabama.
Ever since then I haven't felt the same about her and my grandfather, but I don't want to bring it up. She's battling cancer and all that. I don't want to dredge up a lot of hurt for her when she may not be around long.
I just want to finish the fucking CD that I have been waiting my whole life to produce.
The future is murky.
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