CHAPTER NINE: FOR GOD’S SAKE!
Walking by the living room, I was surprised to see Uncle Davis sitting on his lounge chair. “Aren’t you going to church?” I asked with a confused look on my face.
“There’s no church today. It’s Monday,” he informed me while holding a notebook on his lap, working on his house plans. His collection of blue prints he designed throughout the years.
“My mind isn’t working today, Uncle Davis,” I said while walking over to the sofa and sitting down.
“Not only is my mind not working, but it’s absent,” he said, making a joke out of the situation; thus, causing us both to laugh.
I then reviewed my manuscript of poetry to check for typing errors.
Uncle Davis decided to take a break from his house diagrams and went downstairs into the basement to be alone with his thoughts and read from his vast collection of history books.
After making the corrections on the computer for my manuscript of poetry, I took the printed copy downstairs into the basement to talk to Uncle Davis about. “Uncle Davis, I not only finished making the necessary corrections in the printed version of my poetry collection, but I just finished making the necessary corrections onto the computer,
using this printed copy as my guide. Do you think you can read it sometime today?” I asked cheerfully.
“Just put it upstairs with your things. I’m not feeling well right now, because my mind is occupied with the broken water pump at my property that I’m renting out to Philip and his wife. I’m sorry, honey. But my mind just isn’t here right now. I’d like to sit down and read it when I am able to give it my full attention, and really study it carefully,” he said solemnly.
“Okay, that’s fine. Oh, and by the way, I printed out the photographs that your friends sent you from overseas. I wasn’t able to save the pictures onto the computer, because I had to go to a special website to print out the photos. But I hope you like these hardcopies of the photos in black and white,” I said as I showed him the photos.
“They’re beautiful, Dominica. Thank you. Please put them upstairs in the living room with my other important papers. I’ll study them a little later,” he said, while focusing his attention on a book pertaining to Germany during World War II.
“It’s too cold out. I’m not going out anywhere,” Aunt Doris said as she walked by the living room.
“Are the roads bad?” I asked while typing up my poems onto the computer.
“No. But it’s very cold outside. I froze when I left Junior Burger. I was more cold when I got out of my car after driving it into the garage,” she said as her voice echoed from her bedroom.
I went to my bedroom to rest a bit, because I was a little drowsy. Too drowsy to read or even keep my eyes open. I then composed a new poem in my journal, put the journal away and laying down on my bed with my eyes closed. Partly sleeping and partly analyzing different things going on in the world, like the war going on in the Middle East, the presidential elections, and their outcomes.
I had another conversation with Uncle Davis, pertaining to my father Warren Moore. I complained about how Warren never treated me with decency or respect. And the fact that he had no respect for women at all. But Uncle Davis told me, “The problem is that Warren never had any respect for himself, because if he did, he would have never mistreated you, your brothers or your mother. As I told you before, he’s not in touch with reality.”
Uncle Davis finally got in touch with Philip about the water pump out at the house he’s renting from Uncle Davis. Or rather, Philip called Uncle Davis and told him
that “the main problem with the water pump is the tip. Within the tip there is a filter. And the filter is clogged.”
Avery’s area of employment is in construction. Uncle Davis called Avery to tell him to ask his boss if he knows someone who can clear the tip of the pump on Uncle Davis’s land. Avery got impatient with Uncle Davis who asked him to repeat himself, because he couldn’t hear what Avery said. One way or the other the problem with the pump will get fixed.
Earlier tonight, Aunt Doris was in her bedroom talking to Grandma Feldman about “progressive”. I wasn’t sure who she was talking to so I asked her. She responded by saying, “I’m talking to your grandmother. I certainly not talking to myself, for God’s sake.”
On another note, Uncle Davis’s cooking was outstanding tonight. As it always is. But tonight the meal consisting of beef and noodles tasted extra special. I really enjoyed it. Every bit of it.
Tonight on NBC Nightly News, there was a segment pertaining to a meat packing plant in Grand Rapids giving a massive recall of meat, because the meat was tainted with mad cow disease. One hundred and forty-three million pounds of meat were affected. The meat made it’s way into the Grand Rapids Schools; however, there were no reports of anyone coming down with the illness from eating the tainted meat, on the basis that the meat was recalled before anyone could serve it or consume it. In certain places, cattle were slaughtered that couldn’t stand up. Because the USDA inspectors only showed up at the meat packing plant at certain times, the company knew when the USDA would be looking, and hid the evidence from them. Thus, the meat packing plant was able to get away with slaughtering cattle infested with mad cow disease.
The next segment dealt with a twenty-seven year old who shot and killed five students and himself on the campus of Northern Illinois University last week. There was another segment pertaining to a Texas vault which contain fifteen boxes of files in a courthouse safe containing documents about the conspiracy to assassinate President John F. Kennedy. The safe also contained the holster Ruby used for killing Oswald. The documents prove that the discussion between Ruby and Oswald conspiring to kill Kennedy never happened. The district attorney is going to give the evidence to a museum.