The scene is the Mammoth Public Library, a small and fairly non-malevolent seeming establishment, where you can get all the latest in town gossip as well as a good book to read.
Walking in, my intention was to quickly give my mother the debit card along with the news of how much I'd bled it in my latest shopping spree. Of course, I handed her a bag of Bridge Mix that someone else had paid for, to smooth the way. For, if you are ever going to tell an older woman that you spent almost $300.00 when she was hoping for less than $50 it is generally wise to proffer chocolate to her before the telling!
Unfortunately, before I could leave again, my father aka: the driver of the vehicle I was in, came in for a natter. One of the usual patrons of the library then decided it was very important he watch a video that was, apparently, of two Englishmen trying to get themselves killed in "hick country". Though it may have been that they were from Australia; I wasn't paying that much attention.
The important part is it wasted time and gave me reason to look around, and in looking around I saw an AARP magazine. For those of you who don't know, this is a magazine devoted to the retired, the elegantly elderly, and persons who still remember when you had to have talent to be a star (or at least a good personality).
On the cover of this magazine was a dear, familiar face; more wrinkled than I am used to, but that is to be expected now that he is, as the magazine claimed, 64.:
Paul is 64! it stated in it's colorful, stately psychedelia, lettering.
My heart leapt a little with gladness, thinking of that wonderful song : "Will you still need me? Will you still feed me? .. when I'm 64.
And then it struck me that thanks to his latest wife that question has been forever answered and she has turned one of the sweetest songs on record into a sadness, a nightmare.
Will she still need him? Will she still feed him ? No, she will act the bitch, trick him into marriage when he's grieving the woman who really did love him, divorce him, and try to take him for every penny he's got which she wasn't around to help him earn.
There is one man who obviously wasn't prepared to defend himself against that sort of female, having spent so many years with one who was so obviously lovingly devoted to him, as much as he was to her.
*sigh*
It's still a lovely song, though.
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edthepoet
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Feb 13 @ 10:06AM
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Call me silly, but that was totally disrespectful, if your mother was hoping you keep it under 50 and you went 6 times over, that's rude. Chocolate or no chocolate.
The wise thing is to respect her wishes and be grateful she gave you that much.
Sorry, but I am a tell like it is kind of person, even if I like a person.
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HopelesslyHopeful
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Feb 13 @ 10:15AM
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Righty Well, for one thing, that was not the point of the blog and , for another, since it was not the point of the blog I did not go into detail as to why it went over or how it went over or how much of my money was involved in paying for the stuff because she already had some of mine that I had given her in cash.
However, because I am having problems with the electricity going out and have been posting in increments to make sure not to lose all the writing, you probably commented before you even saw all the blog so with what was written maybe it seemed like it was more about that than it actually was, I know.
The point is poor Paul McCartney.
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HopelesslyHopeful
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Feb 13 @ 10:18AM
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Oh and for your edification: She didn't GIVE me anything, it was related to getting things she needed and planned to get for her own benefit, for fixing the house, etc. So kindly do bite me!
Because in actual fact, she is always hoping to keep in under $50 whether it is being generous and buying a dinner for 1 person or 10; or replacing a major piece of wood on a floor .. or whatever. It is very often completely impossible to do, however.
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edthepoet
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Feb 13 @ 10:22AM
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Unless you give more details, what can you expect from some to think from what you wrote, secondly if your point blog wasn't about that and you wanted people to talk about Mr 64, then leave out the part where you made it seem like you were being so rude to your mother. One has nothing to do with the other.
You know, I don't have any issues with you. But when I read someone like this, I just have to tell it like it is.
Now I do ty for not sensoring me and giving me more insight.
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edthepoet
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Feb 13 @ 10:33AM
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Walking in, my intention was to quickly give my mother the debit card along with the news of how much I'd bled it in my latest shopping spree. The key word is "my"
Since you wanted me to bite u, ok bite u,lol
I won't say I am sorry, but I will say, now that I know more of the facts, I have a better understanding of it.
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HopelesslyHopeful
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Feb 13 @ 10:33AM
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What I hoped for, not expected, is that I would finish the blog before anyone read it and started commenting. Considering many many persons are starting work or sitting down to dinner (depending on country ) at this time of day.
And one has to do with the other .. it was the reason I was in the library, and it was written in a way that people who know me, my mother, my family, would completely understand. But it was only the lead in for the tragedy about to befall .. not the point of the blog.
It is also the set up for any future mentions of Mom and/or my sister and their attitudes towards each other or money ,and etc.
And, quite frankly, you could have asked "Why would you spend so much more than your mother was hoping you'd spend?" Which is just as easy as telling me I'm rude but points to your wanting to believe better of me. Which you should, in this case!
And you have not bitten me yet! Piker!
And now I shall write a blog all about etp who sexually deprives all his female friends of cyber bitings lol
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HopelesslyHopeful
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Feb 13 @ 10:34AM
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Darn! There goes my next blog!
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edthepoet
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Feb 13 @ 10:43AM
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Well, I can't wait to read your next blog,lol Just finished it before posting it, so we won't have any confusion next time,lol
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warmc
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Feb 13 @ 11:03AM
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I was 64 last Jan 30th my 9yr old adopted daughter wanted to get me things for my birthday. She was to spend about 50.00 I stayed back far enough not to see what she got me but close enough to let them know that it was ok for her to use the debit card I got stuff I can really use she did good but when we got to the car I found out it cost me $192.42     
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HopelesslyHopeful
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Feb 13 @ 11:57AM
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Well, I can't wait to read your next blog,lol Just finished it before posting it, so we won't have any confusion next time,lol
I guarantee nothing!..but I might try to remember to put a warning that it's in progress.
Of course last time I did that, to a blog and to a forum post, someone just went right ahead and assumed I meant what they thought I meant and, in the case of the blog, blocked me and called me a liar anyway, so I really don't see the point. *sigh*
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HopelesslyHopeful
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Feb 13 @ 11:59AM
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she did good but when we got to the car I found out it cost me $192.42
Well, that'll teach you! I don't know what it'll teach you, but it'll definitely teach you something!
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