August 1, 2004

  • My lola and uncle sure express their familial roles in unique manners.  Right now, they are arguing over a rice cooker.  I guess last week, my uncle made too much rice, more than a household of three, even being Filipinos, would eat.  I guess it spoiled and my lola wasn't too happy.  So she hid the rice cooker and asked that my uncle get our smaller rice cooker from a storage area in the ceiling of our garage.  Well he won't do it, complaining that we're too lazy to get it.  Let's see the logic.  My lola is eighty-five years old.  She's not going to climb a six foot ladder to get anywhere.  I'm practically crippled, so for the time being, I'm not going to climb anything either.  So for more than a week, my family has refrained from eating rice.  It's like I'm in a rice strike or something.  How weird, particularly for an Asian family.


    I don't know what the heck is going on as far as my uncle's plans now.  He is supposed to get some sort of benefit that he calls "profit sharing" this coming December.  I guess that's also part of the reason that he wanted to quit back in June, because you are given this "profit sharing" the December following the fiscal year that you stop working.  He wanted to go back to the Philippines.  Well now, he's talking about fighting for custody of Jennifer, his youngest daughter.  Let's see.  He quit his job, he doesn't have money to pay rent, and now he wants to fight for custody.  That doesn't compute.  Not only that, he has a $20,000, six-year car loan that he's only paid off about sixteen omnths of on a 2000 Honda Civic.  Yes, this makes even more sense.  I wonder, if he were to sell it, if he could get any money out of it.  I should look into it.  He doesn't know what he should do with himself.  Then again, do any of us?