Vertago

The Hermit

          It's real easy to be a hermit in Maine. The tricky part is getting the bills paid.
      What I like about being a solitary man is I don't need to worry about the companion.
      I just make sure the cats are fed and the litterbox is changed. Now, the pathology
      of my antisocial behavior is text book arrested motherhood.
          As the youngest sibbling, it fell on my shoulders to care for mom.
      She had lymphnoid cancer. I was struggling to find a carreer and mom needed
      help walking and changing her cloths: Depends' diapers. Dad was in the early
      stages of alcoholic alzheimers. He thought I was still a boy. It was very difficult
      to hold onto a simple job and be there for mom. Dad didn't understand this.
      I sudgested he put mom in a nursing home, but he was affraid he loose the
      house.
     
        The idea of dating and getting married was impossible.
      How could I afford a relationship and live a normal life?
      I prefered to use my imagination and had a spiritual link with my dead sister.
      The Ghost and Miss Muire was an inspiration to me:
      a sic-com about a widow, who lives in a house haunted by a sea captain.
      Our house had a double decker porch, where I could have my meditations.