Wednesday

It's Wednesday again, do I really have to say it? Nabal's drunk. He has new drinking buddy's. His worker that he can't stand and some old wino. Wow, really? Nabal tells me wine head knows my aunt. He names a great aunt that died, gosh in the early 60's. Then wine head says she was a school teacher. Ok, my mom's cousin who was named for said great aunt. Then Nabal says he lived next door ( a very large Victorian in our family years ago that later became apartments and is now a house again) I said then he knew my grand parents. Wine head said yes. As I turned to go Nabal says: you gotta tell me about those people. It was a voice tho that was digging for dirt... Well, he'll be sorely disappointed. They were good folks I lived with for 8 years. Sad he looks for dirt on his wife. He'd love to find my family is as like his. He thinks I stand in judgement. I don't. I could if I were like that, but I don't function like that. But he does, looking for something shameful he can attach to me that he can use in an argument or for when I am ready to leave. Must be a sad existence to always look for the dirt in others to make ones self feel better.