Is it my imagination or did I manage to do something useful two days in a row?
Ok so here's the family tree. I have a mom but no dad, he died from cancer two years ago. I am the oldest of four boys, I'm sixteen. Charles (chucky) is next at 14, then there is Paul who is 12 and Danny who is 10. It seems that mom and dad managed to get romantic every two years huh?
Danny is like having a pull-toy following you around all day. Mom says that it is because he looks up to his older brother. That is a hell of a lot of responsibility for someone who doesn't even know what the hell he is doing yet.
Paul thinks he is all knowing and is the brilliant computer geek of the family, (glasses and all). That leaves Chucky, who is 14 and constantly feels left out of the loop or so mom says.
"Go spend some time with your brother (meaning Chucky) he just sits there watching TV all day."
That's what 14 year-olds do.
"Damon he has homework! See if you can give him a hand with it!"
Dad was sick for a long time, like since I was 10 years old. Life was just one long hospital visit after another, day after day and I think it took a toll on all of us. He was a great dad and I miss him a lot and I am sure the rest do too but mom is all about getting on with life and when my grandmother passed away last year, she left this house to my mom and her brothers. All of my uncles are married and have kids and live in some urban jungle somewhere so mom got the prize, a two story house built in 1922 in Casper. I guess it was a good move. We had a mortgage in Los Angeles, here we don't and after paying all the hospital bills, I guess that is a good thing.
The furniture was all loaded onto a moving truck and we drove up from Los Angeles by car. Five of us in a '03 Mercury Marquis, YAK!
Snow? Yeah it snows in Wyoming. Maybe not a consideration for some people but for a boy raised in Los Angeles, this is like moving to Pluto.
I had seen the house in pictures and always thought it looked like something out of a horror movie. Grandma had taken good care of it and remodeled it to some extent in 2000. The four acres are all apple trees and pretty old ones at that. Last summer we had to hire a bunch of guys to do the picking while we all tried to look like we were helping.
Summer was good. It was warm and things grew and mom spent about a billion dollars on plants and flowers to put in the yard. Most of them took a turn for the worst during the winter and the only thing that survived were the rhodendrons and azalias. So much for fresh oranges from the back yard like we had in L.A.
Paul being the sensitive one, cried most of the first winter. Danny was always going,"mom, what's the matter with Paul?"
To tell the truth I felt like crying too, it was just too unreal being here away from all our friends, away from L.A. home of the big plastic and where everyone in the world knew where you lived. I mean, you say Los Angeles in Peru and they have an idea of where you live. Most people in Wyoming don't know exactly where Casper is.
So, on with life. Paul finally got male hormones or something and stopped crying. Now he is just distant. Danny still frolics around like he is at Disneyland and Chuck thinks he is God's gift to all the girls in Casper. Me? I'm still in some world of my own more like Paul I guess, just sort of removed from things that go on around me.
I am also the local chauffeur since I got my lisense and used all my college money to buy a '99 Grand Prix GT two door. Not necessarily my first choice but affordable.