I Don’t Know Whether To Wash The Lawn Or Mow The Dishes

I was gonna clean my house today but I thought, “Why bother?”

I’m the only one who lives here. Been that way for the past couple of years. My brother died in 2009 and a friend thought I should take on a room mate, “To make a little money toward the mortgage,” she said. “And to keep you from being lonely.”

I wasn’t lonely. I was grieving and I wanted to be alone. But my friend insisted she knew what was best for me so I rented a room to this grad student engineer/bassist and he quickly became a burden. He dropped out of grad school and experienced severe abdominal pain every time he ate. I didn’t charge him much rent but, after paying the first month up front, he never paid the full amount.

He stayed with me 3 months before he was diagnosed with Crohn’s Disease and decided to return to Ohio and let his parents take care of him.

Then, my niece and her boyfriend came from Iowa to Florida to start a new life. She was my brother’s daughter and she said, “I’m gettin’ my GED and I’m not goin’ back to Waterloo.”

Both she and her boyfriend were nice kids (in their twenties) and they both got jobs right away. She never did get her Equivalency Diploma but she did get pregnant.

They moved back to Waterloo, Iowa after a year. She said, “Mom wants me there when I deliver.”

A month or so later, my uncle came to stay for 9 or 10 months. His wife (my dad’s sister) had recently died and he was lookin’ for somethin’ to do. He was flat broke and couldn’t afford to pay rent but he did a shit load of work around the house. I mean, he more than paid his way.

But he became lonely for his kids, found some part time work, bought an old truck, fixed it up a little and drove it back to California.

I think that was in 2012, though it might’ve been late 2011. Anyway, I’ve lived alone ever since. And, ever since, the house has gone to hell. It’s hard to really care about it right now. Seein’ how I’m the only one who lives here.


About joefingas

I am a songwriter, poet, blues singer, and a boogie woogie piano player. I have a grandson but I have no children of my own. All my women have wised up and left me. I was a bum, a wino, a drug/alcohol counselor, a prevention/intervention specialist and a pretender. I have no more time to pretend.
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