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 By Gary Rogers Jun. 14, 2007 Sometimes I feel like a midget who has to stand on his tippy toes to reach the urinal. In that same vein – I feel like a hamster and life is a spinning wheel. Living alone has its pro's and con's. There are no worries about keeping your mate happy, and everything in the apartment is owned by you. The thing that really bothers me about living alone is that damn echo, and the sound of the compressor motor emanating from the refrigerator. Otherwise, I am happy – I think. Truthfully, I do my best thinking in the bathroom. While I was taking a nice hot shower a thought occurred to me; why don't I give my sister and mother a call? It had been two and one half years since I spoke to my sister, and seven years since I spoke to my mother. After air drying myself off in the living room (naked as a jay bird), I dialed the digits and reached my mother. After not speaking to her for seven years, I was surprised that she gave me a warm welcome on the phone. Funny thing, my mother had her heart repaired about the same time I had my heart attack. Our conversation lasted about fifteen minutes. We ended the call with just "goodbyes" – No "I love you," Just goodbye. That was fine with me. My second call was to my sister. I held my breath until she answered. Usually, my sister never answers the telephone – the answering machine is always on. We spoke for a while, catching up on our lives events. No dear sister, I repeat – I am not going to stop smoking! Otherwise, she is doing well and happy – I think. There is and always will be a strong spiritual connection between us. I detected that she was pissed off at me. I expected that. However, something else was on her mind, we just didn't talk about it. After speaking for about one half hour, we said goodbye – No, "I love You, Bunki," just goodbye. Dear Sister, you have my telephone number – use it. I miss and love you! It has been about twenty-six years since we found each other. Please forgive my trespasses and stubbornness. I am still the Gary that you once held in high esteem. I hope you still have room in your heart for me. I love you dear sister Bunki, and always will. ------------ Email Argile Stox: argilestox@gmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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