Being Mr. Important
2002-11-18 - 3:30 p.m.
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Went and saw grandma and grandpa today.
They have a bird feeder. They keep it well stocked, and hang a bar of suet underneath.
I don�t know what suet it, but the birds seem to like it.
Big fat sparrows, that will lose a lot of weight when grandmother and grandfather argentum head for scrub pine refuge in florida for the winter.
We talked a lot about birds, and the weather, which is to say we talked a lot about nothing.
Which is fine.
What was interesting to me, is they got a telephone call while I was there, and it was some insurance salesman that they had bought some annuities from last week.
Grandma� can�t hear so well, and the guy was trying to come over. It was important, but I could tell grandma� was trying to get rid of him, and subtly made the point that if I were to stay, that they wouldn�t have time for him.
I left, of course. I don�t like to fuck up anyone�s day. Flow like a river, m�man.
But it was nice to be made to feel that important to someone, for no real reason other than love and accident of birth.
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