Another stay in bed day

 It's the only way we in the working class get anything like a vacation! At least all the time in bed gives me time to sift and sort through my mind ... 

For some years now I'd wondered if I should feel guilty because my eye operation(s) and special classes in school must have been a burden. Maybe I'm why the family finances tanked. Thinking about it now, though, my maternal grandmother paid for the operation(s), (I'm not clear on whether it was more than one or just the one) and the special classes didn't cost us anything. 

According to my older sister, a family friend, Mr. Bethune, stole all of Father's money somehow. Through some mysterious process, maybe witchcraft? Somehow I don't see Mr. Bethune doing this; we grew up with the Bethune kids and I wonder what Sean and Claudette are up to now (I believe Claudette is a PhD. scientist these days, congrats to her) and Mr. Bethune was always a can-do, scratch and scrap, make things work kind of guy. He built the boat, the Sea Raven, the Bethunes lived on, and apparently ended up having a time-clock company there in Honolulu. Not exactly the profile of a financial scammer. 

Nope what really ruined us was my older sister having to go to Punahou School, which these days is $32 thousand a year. It would have been proportionately that much back in the 70s. My older sister could have gone to McKinley, which being public was, and is, free, and is the high school for intellectual kids. Or could have gone to Kaiser like I did, which is another good public school, and not even need to take a bus since it can be walked to easily from Portlock Road. 

Of course the whole reason to go to Punahou School, and what parents pay $32 thousand a year for, is to marry someone who also went to Punahou School, which my older sister did. I guess this was worth the other 4 of us ending up poor as hell, two of us never actually graduating high school because we had to go out and work to survive, and probably due to the extreme hunger and hardship we went through, none of us talking to each other after we escaped at age 18. 

And my older sister was going to be a writer, and at least write a book about "Cats In The Pacific" and she's not written a thing. She's just a dumpy hausfrau, but hey, she's a dumpy hausfrau who went to Punahou School.