Well he called…

I’m talking about my little brother, man he will kill me calling him little, he’s taller than I am and probably weighs more than me.
I’ve been waiting on him to call me so I could possibly get his address and directions to invade is privacy, he was telling me about the 2 classes he has and how boring they were and then proceeded to tell me about the schedule he’s next year. They seem full; on top of that he’s looking into tutoring some, just to get out of the house and into the public scene.
His last visit during Thanks Giving he didn’t feel well with a cold coming on and you could see he was dead beat tired from all the moving and worry to be organized. Today in the phone call I heard wheezing like an old man would and called him out on it. “I think it’s my asthma, Mark” Since when did he contract that?
He and I planned some for the family Christmas, making sure we didn’t duplicate our presents for everyone and I put the feelers out on what he might like to have. “Good will and peace on earth” I banged my phone on the table for punishment.
Of course the Christmas holidays will be spent at the cabin, the whole clan there piled up waiting on old Saint Nick. The first question he asked me was “Do you think Pops will be there?” That I couldn’t possibly answer, I don’t want him there anymore than Jacks does – then again, I think Jacks does want Pops there. Why? There again another question I can not answer.
Speaking of shopping, I’ve spent the last two days going to the same warehouse over and over, forgetting this item and that, bad thing is, I had a list! Maybe this weekend when I drop in on Jacks I can buy a few items and work my way down my list. Maybe I can get his “Good will and peace on earth” while I’m at it.