(Day 25) Kingtones Memoirs
March 1, 1964 (Sunday)
We got up at 2:00 P.M. I didn’t make it to church that day. I was just too tired. Mike decided to make breakfast for us. He figured that he couldn’t do any worse than my “spaghetti casserole.” He made chop suey. It was almost as bad as my breakfast. The big difference was that the boys ate a little bit of it, even though they complained. After breakfast, the boys immediately took up their TV positions and turned on the “boob tube.” I suggested that we work on some new songs for Porky’s, but nobody answered. They were already in a trance and didn’t want to practice.
I was angry, so I decided to go and look for a place for my family and Chick to stay at while they were here. I wanted them to stay close to our apartment so that I could spend more time with her. It was a very hot and humid day. It was not the best time of day to be checking on motels. I tried three motels and one apartment complex to see if they had any rooms available during the time my folks would be here. I didn’t have any luck. I figured I would try again tomorrow.
When I got back to our apartment, no one had moved. They were still watching TV. I thought, “What a bunch of lazy jerks.” I then suggested that we go to the Dairy Queen. Phil was the only one who responded. He and I walked there. I got a large ice cream cone and Phil got a hot fudge Sunday. I poured out my frustration to him about the boys always watching TV, never wanting to do anything else, and never helping with the house hold chores. Phil assured me that this was just a phase they were going through and it would not last.
When we got back, I started to clean the apartment. I even washed the floors. Phil joined in and so did Mike. Pete even picked up a little bit, but Major didn’t move a muscle. Hence, the nick name “Bob the Blob” was created. I was so mad at Bob for not helping that I said I wasn’t going to make supper. Instead I made popcorn. The smell of the popcorn made everybody hungry. I refused to give any of MY popcorn to Bob or Pete; Mike and Phil were welcome to have some. Pete and Bob were very mad that I wouldn’t give them any popcorn. They took off, along with Mike, to go get something to eat.
I tried to call Chick two different times that night. I really wanted to hear her friendly, loving voice. Sorry to say, the lines were all tied up and I couldn’t get through. Phil, Mike and I were getting along good. Bob and Pete were getting along good with each other, but not with me. Once again there was a lot of tension in the air.