Today is my little brother's 63rd birthday. My half birthday, we were always included in one another's birthday as mom felt we some how shared the day? I didn't like it. We don't speak. Quick story to explain Bobby; As mom was dying and my niece and I were doing at-home hospice, Bobby came in one day (he shared mom's bedroom and had for 5 years- 53 yo at that time) and decided one of us had "stole his boots" -they lived on almost an island in the San Diego Bay and wore flip-flops and tennis shoes- he rode his bike to work at as a sous chef, had not seen him in boots since he was a Marine in the 70s. Back to story. Now, we had guests, the Masonic Lodge Master, Chaplain & Secretary visiting mom in her hospital bed in her living room and Bobby starts ranting about us thieving his boots and calls 911. So in come 4 police officers, who know us as dad had been a reserve on the force. They talk to Heather, mom, me, my big brother (he lived in a recliner chair in her living room) & the Masons about the boots and then go into mom's bedroom to talk to Bobby and come out with him in cuffs as he had multiple outstanding warrants, Yes, he was the one who called the cops. They were apologizing but had to take him in and he was sent to a Los Angeles jail. He was released 14 days later after mom died. Due to unpaid child support for more than 10 children, different women. Married to 1.
But I have some good memories of our shared half birthdays. Mom made them special, going to the San Diego Zoo, the 3 of us camping. But he always was and always will be a pain. And when he calls in a pinch, I'm here. He is a sad case, in and out of jail, he "finds" stuff, no violence, drugs or drink, just stupid. He started a forest fire thru a stupid stunt, disabling family car (no license as he can't read) and unable to get away, it was the 70s, he was nearly 18, could be held and tried as adult or serve home arrest a bit and enter the Marines, off to Vietnam and Cambodia. So now he rents a room in a house, moves often. Lives within minutes of our big brother but no contact in last 10 years between them.
That is what I was thinking about today. This pandemic sure has me reliving my life as I sit on the patio and stare at the sky. But also there are lots of birds, a lady robin that has squatted in an abandoned nest that comes and scolds me daily, a hummingbird that gets way too close to my right ear- scares the crap out of me. It is pretty. And the lizards.
We went for a pleasant walk. Goleta is quite empty on the weekends which is glorious but Santa Barbara is packed with tourists. It was quite startling to see clashes between political parties demonstrating in SB. "Strange Days" by the Doors plays thru my head.
a break on the walk this AM