It's been quite the summer for me. It didn't come off to a good start. Almost a year after I got my life back on track, and started listening to The Kinks once more, Pete Quaife the original Kinks base player passed away on June 23rd, 2010. I got no support from my mother when I told her about the news, when I've just found out, four days later. All that I got was an unneeded wake-up call from her, instead. "They're old! People don't last forever!" Now she's wondering at this very moment, why I didn't want to come over to her trailer this weekend. I was able to let it go. I just don't want my mum to see me struggling, that's all. She's a woman of the 21st Century. She will never under understand how the mind of an HFA 60s type Mod works.
All that I've done all summer was chores. I did those chores, just so I could bury my feelings and block my mum's words. I've also listened to a lot of Early Kinks music, because I'm not ready to change with the times, and to celebrate his life. I didn't go to any of the Stepping Stones baseball games, because there were more important things than baseball, this summer. I felt that it was more important to be the only one in my family, to give Pete a proper send off back home to God. I did that by using those Thursday evenings to listen to the Early Kinks from 2 in the afternoon until I'd go to bed, at 10.
The reason that I couldn't visit my mum this weekend, is because it's just too close to the date that it all happened, 4 months ago. Just because some people have autism and they're living in a time warp does not mean that they need a swift wake-up call, like the one that I was given by a family member, as I was trying to choke down my chicken, rice and corn, the moment that I was telling my mum the bad news.
