What a strange day. The cockatoo was lost in thought all day, not that I'm some kind of cockatoo whisperer, but he kept to himself, no screaming, no attention-seeking, nothing. I think it might have been because of the boys.
A few weeks ago, my wife's oldest boy had some of his "bro's" over. At nineteen, he's managed to live longer than I expected him to or wanted him to. Seriously. I don't know if I've ever wished a child was kidnapped until this one. I know that he had a rough life, and he has father issues, but he's really had a knack for pissing me off.
Anyways, so his bro's came over. I stopped one of them in his tracks and not-really-very-jokingly said, "Hey, how long would it take you guys to rip up my carpet?" He looked around the living-room dining room and said "Huh, maybe a day?" I said "Okay, plan on doing that for me soon." So last night while I'm watching Seinfield, he comes in with my wife's son and says "Tomorrow we'll start on that carpet okay?" I was really suspicious because teenagers NEVER offer to do anything, it's just not in their nature. I told him I'd get beer but they'd have to drink it here in the house because of the legalese of it all, and pizza rolls and whatever else they wanted.
Today, I didn't wake up til two in the afternoon. No, no no. Don't look at my entry like that. Remember, I have sleeping disorders AND I take meds AND I deal with pain. This means I can easily sleep for twenty hours many days a week. Add the depression and anxiety on top and you realize how thankful people are that I can sleep for long periods of time. Anyways, so I wake up at two in the afternoon, vaguely remembering my daughter waking me up to tell me she went to have lunch with my son (her brother) possibly hours earlier, and trying to determine what time of day it is by the amount of light coming in the six windows of my bedroom. I am slowly aware of a LOT of noise and as I slide over the side of the bed and into my chair with wheels, I realize people are in the house. I make it to the bathroom, while listening of course, and recognize boy voices. I finally get to the doorway to my bedroom and see that the living room is piled on top of the dining room and the boys are ripping up my carpet, exposing the beautiful oak wood floorboards. I'm a little sad.
That carpet was only six years old. It was beautiful, but those dogs my old boss left me, well, they pissed all over every single inch of carpet while I worked and my wife was unemployed and MUDding. Yeah, okay, I have grudges about it. It was freaking NICE CARPET. Anyways, I made some off colour jokes about the one drinking Monster drinks and passing kidney stones, mostly by telling some stories I blew out of proportion, and adding that most men I knew that passed kidney stones had to wear their penis in a sling for weeks after, some even had to have special wraps, like the ones I have for lymphadema. I'm fairly satisfied that he very likely believed some of what I said.
So the cockatoo didn't make much noise today, and he didn't even try to escape. In fact, he's already asleep. I'm okay with that because I'm going to bed in a few moments myself.