Dear Lawd Gawd,
Please kill me now! But I digress and ask for your forgiveness. We messed up but it’s okay because most are elderly folks.
So en route homebound, I told my church choir leader that I’m doing my community service, which she said was good.
But as I told Dad, that these gigs are spiritual community service. And that I’m being punished for being imperfect.
She said that non of the members are perfect. But I guess she doesn’t get it – that I’m tired of driving and going out at night.
That’s why I don’t care for socializing – it’s money-making, especially for non-profit organization where volunteers do NOT get paid.
Instead, we have to pay for tuition and books and learn in a classroom, which is educational as the professionals have lots to share.
Besides skipping dinner tonight at an expensive Greek place, which she and another member attended and waited for three hours of slow service, we headed home.
She is likes to yak. I have been snappy at Dad because he is yakking, meaning that he is disturbed and stressed out.
Y’all know what? These two males cannot seem to overcome the loss of my mommy dearest. I don’t know what to do with them.
So yeah, that’s what’s on my plate – two males, three parakeets, more males that are attached like parasitic fleas, and two gigs.
Flynn B awaiting death. But first, I must pay for my funeral and burial and the grave, head, or tombstones. I already have a simple design for a three-pieced monument (for easy delivery and installation).