First the DA update:
We were supposed to do her laundry, and I agreed to pay for it, as all her cash goes to…, well you know. Some merchants complained to the police and got a restraining order to keep her from panhandling on her property. One merchant went a step further and obtained her mug shot and wrote a description of her panhandling activities and titled it JUST SAY NO TO XXXXXXXX. Naturally this upset her so much she went right back there and resumed asking for money and now she was mailed a ticket.
I called this morning to she if she was ready and she asked for the money instead and said she does not need to do laundry. So instead of getting mad I dropped off the money, smokes, and cokes and when she asked for more I high tailed it out of there. Her freedom is not for long, which causes me a problem with the cat as I don’t have enough to get a place of my own let alone one that takes cats.
With the morning free and the house empty I go to the senior citizen center to download some podcasts since wifi is free
Last nights dream, or rather this mornings dream. I’m in a new apartment, I smell the paint and I’m signing the lease. A knock at the door and a woman I’ve know for years comes in with a clip board and she says she is there to inspect the apartment. I notice the woman look pretty much as she looked when I first met her. I haven’t seen her in years, and I haven’t really thought of her since her and her husband moved away.
We exchange pleasantries and she goes around checking things. A small closet has been converted to an atrium and there is a single chair on a sand box surrounded by rocks and desert plants. She asks the nature of the room and I tell her it is a Zen torture chamber. She giggles and I ask her what she has been up to. She says “I’m still an exhibitionist” which was a point of contention with her husband 20+ years ago. She removes her shirt and I’m about to ask her something and she stops me and says “ don’t ask, I’ve grown” (you know what I was going to ask, and for the record I’ve never seen her naked, but she wore the minimum of clothing back in the day. Her husband used to invite me over for a beer but I declined when he warned me that XXXXXX usually walked around naked, it kind of seemed like a penthouse letter, and while I don’t need the grief he often carried a gun on his hip, which is enough to keep me away)
She removes the rest of her clothing and finishes inspecting the house, and we talk about old times and I try to ignore looking at her, I look away and she now has four breasts. My inner voice says “come on dude, four breasts?” and I wake up.
Pretty strange dream, wasn’t all that erotic, it was more matter of fact nakedness. Wonder what it means, get a new place, get a new life, spend time in a zen garden with a naked ex-hippie? Who knows?
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Origin of easter eggs and Cousin Chuy's ramblings
I was watching Good Friday news coverage of the Penitentes in the Philippines, and it brought to mind Cousin Chuy who according to family lore used to be a member in good standing. He doesn’t speak about it much; I remember when my parents used to go to the Chapel in Lyden for the Good Friday procession,
(I once had the honor of holding the Crucifix leading the procession, I was about 8 and I wish I could say it was because of my Pious nature, but the kid originally selected didn’t seem interested, didn’t listen to the head Penitente, and someone spoke to my dad and I was selected).
I once pestered him about the Order, and he would always tell me that it is very secretive, I would never get in, if I did I wouldn’t like it, and they would not tolerate my long winded diatribes about the true nature of the Bible and my demands on who the final editor was,
(I want to know what he left out, assuming it is a he, cause women weren’t allowed to read, unless they had money or a title, but I still doubt a woman would be allowed to edit the final draft, unless she was a ghost writer).
He got tired of my questions, and he was out of beer, and he said he wasn’t in the order anymore, and he left the order because they have a lot of rules, and his travels were frowned upon. His recollections of his travels were outright banned, but he told me his stories and I hope to publish them some day.
Irregardless of his standing in the community, (he relocated long ago but has a small home near the river where the fish have a strange luminescence quality under a full moon) he relayed to me a story of the origin of Easter Eggs as told to him by a German Wiccan travel guide he met in a beer garden in Weimar. I don’t remember the whole story, and frankly I thought he made it up. I did a Google search and found something similar to the story he told. It is evident Cousin Chuy mixed in Greek and German mythology but I must admit it has been 40 years since his relegation.
The story of how Easter Eggs came to be as told by Cousin Chuy.
A long time ago, back when the old days were the news days, there was the chick that went by the name of Ostara and what was unique about her was she was a Goddess who bore a resemblance to Zeus, but there was never any parentage established. The other gods liked her well enough, but she was a bit aimless, liked to hang out with the animals, swim with the fishes, and loved wine.
This troubled the minor gods mainly Chaos and Chronos who may have been jealous of her looks, her carefree attitude about rules, she was always late, and she loved playing drinking games, especially pin the tail on Athena (although to be fair it wasn’t actually Athena but a rather crude mock up of her involving straw, honey, and a bear).
Zeus got tired of all the complaining so while playing craps with Hemera, (he was on an impressive winning streak), and he told her he would forgive the debt if she found something for her to do. Hemera had a rather novel idea of placing Ostara in charge of spring. Spring used to arrive pretty much at the whim of Zeus, and it was very confusing to the animals, plants, and particularly the astronomers who never knew when to start the calendar, and picked April 1st out of sheer spite.
Ostera was excited at the opportunity to have a job that involved one day of work and she excitedly prepared for her first job which she decided to call the Equinox because it sounded really funny and was hard to say after a few glasses of wine. Her cousin Dionysus was really bummed out at her getting the gig because 1) she was always drinking his wine, 2) Zeus let her get away with avoiding the rituals and she still got her allowance, and 3) Dionysus really hated astronomers when his application to have a month named after him was rejected, and he lavished them with much wine.
Dionysus caught Ostera in a particularly weak moment, (she had a short attention span) the day before the Equinox and he visited her with many jugs of wine. She tried to say no, but gave in and they had a grand time. She got very drunk and slept in the next day.
Ostera awoke to the angry chatter of the animals who came out of hibernation, birds who were cold and hungry, and the laughter of the gods who didn’t like her who believed that Zeus would cut her off.
Ostera immediately waved her cape called to the gods to begin the spring and the earth warmed, the buds appeared on the trees and the animals went about their business. Dionysus laughed the hardest and mocked her. Inconsolable, Ostera walked into the fields and was horrified to find a bird that was trying to get off the ground, but could not as his wings were frozen solid and useless. Sobbing, she attracted the attention of Artemis who took pity on her and she said she would help her build new wings for the bird.
Ostera excitedly crafted new wings of such extraordinary color and beauty, she felt compelled to cover the rest of him in beautiful colors. The bird overjoyed at flying and his new appearance, flew over the countryside displaying his new appearance, and had many fans that believing he to be a new god made many offerings and begged favors of him. The bird not knowing any better bragged to the other birds that they must treat him as a god and do his bidding.
Naturally this angered the gods, and Ostera was bummed out as well and she approached the bird to give him some advice to mellow out a bit. The bird refused. He believed himself to be a god and wanted his place known to all.
The angry Ostera having no choice waved her cape and the bird was transformed into a hideous mangy hare. Seeing his appearance in a stream the hare cried for mercy as people have no use for an ugly mangy animal except as food. Ostera gave him the gift of speed and sharp claws so he could dig the earth and burrow himself under the protection of a den.
The hare still in shock asked once again for mercy, for his new lot in life was more then he could bear. Ostera having a soft spot in her heart and knowing it was her mistake that started the whole mess granted the hare one favor.
“For all of time you must hide your hideous appearance from man, you must use your speed to flee from his arrows, you must live in the earth for safety. However once a year you will regain your beautiful feathers, and you will be allowed to lay eggs of the most wondrous colors and sizes, and you will lay these eggs in the fields where the children will delight in finding them, and they will sing the praises of the magical hare who lays the most desirable eggs.”
Satisfied the hare hopped off into the forest. Ostera never had any problems with him again, but did make the acquaintance of a particularly obnoxious groundhog that was not searching for the miracle of life, but was obsessed with renting out his shadow.
I apologize for the rambling length, but Cousin Chuy can be a bit long winded.
(I once had the honor of holding the Crucifix leading the procession, I was about 8 and I wish I could say it was because of my Pious nature, but the kid originally selected didn’t seem interested, didn’t listen to the head Penitente, and someone spoke to my dad and I was selected).
I once pestered him about the Order, and he would always tell me that it is very secretive, I would never get in, if I did I wouldn’t like it, and they would not tolerate my long winded diatribes about the true nature of the Bible and my demands on who the final editor was,
(I want to know what he left out, assuming it is a he, cause women weren’t allowed to read, unless they had money or a title, but I still doubt a woman would be allowed to edit the final draft, unless she was a ghost writer).
He got tired of my questions, and he was out of beer, and he said he wasn’t in the order anymore, and he left the order because they have a lot of rules, and his travels were frowned upon. His recollections of his travels were outright banned, but he told me his stories and I hope to publish them some day.
Irregardless of his standing in the community, (he relocated long ago but has a small home near the river where the fish have a strange luminescence quality under a full moon) he relayed to me a story of the origin of Easter Eggs as told to him by a German Wiccan travel guide he met in a beer garden in Weimar. I don’t remember the whole story, and frankly I thought he made it up. I did a Google search and found something similar to the story he told. It is evident Cousin Chuy mixed in Greek and German mythology but I must admit it has been 40 years since his relegation.
The story of how Easter Eggs came to be as told by Cousin Chuy.
A long time ago, back when the old days were the news days, there was the chick that went by the name of Ostara and what was unique about her was she was a Goddess who bore a resemblance to Zeus, but there was never any parentage established. The other gods liked her well enough, but she was a bit aimless, liked to hang out with the animals, swim with the fishes, and loved wine.
This troubled the minor gods mainly Chaos and Chronos who may have been jealous of her looks, her carefree attitude about rules, she was always late, and she loved playing drinking games, especially pin the tail on Athena (although to be fair it wasn’t actually Athena but a rather crude mock up of her involving straw, honey, and a bear).
Zeus got tired of all the complaining so while playing craps with Hemera, (he was on an impressive winning streak), and he told her he would forgive the debt if she found something for her to do. Hemera had a rather novel idea of placing Ostara in charge of spring. Spring used to arrive pretty much at the whim of Zeus, and it was very confusing to the animals, plants, and particularly the astronomers who never knew when to start the calendar, and picked April 1st out of sheer spite.
Ostera was excited at the opportunity to have a job that involved one day of work and she excitedly prepared for her first job which she decided to call the Equinox because it sounded really funny and was hard to say after a few glasses of wine. Her cousin Dionysus was really bummed out at her getting the gig because 1) she was always drinking his wine, 2) Zeus let her get away with avoiding the rituals and she still got her allowance, and 3) Dionysus really hated astronomers when his application to have a month named after him was rejected, and he lavished them with much wine.
Dionysus caught Ostera in a particularly weak moment, (she had a short attention span) the day before the Equinox and he visited her with many jugs of wine. She tried to say no, but gave in and they had a grand time. She got very drunk and slept in the next day.
Ostera awoke to the angry chatter of the animals who came out of hibernation, birds who were cold and hungry, and the laughter of the gods who didn’t like her who believed that Zeus would cut her off.
Ostera immediately waved her cape called to the gods to begin the spring and the earth warmed, the buds appeared on the trees and the animals went about their business. Dionysus laughed the hardest and mocked her. Inconsolable, Ostera walked into the fields and was horrified to find a bird that was trying to get off the ground, but could not as his wings were frozen solid and useless. Sobbing, she attracted the attention of Artemis who took pity on her and she said she would help her build new wings for the bird.
Ostera excitedly crafted new wings of such extraordinary color and beauty, she felt compelled to cover the rest of him in beautiful colors. The bird overjoyed at flying and his new appearance, flew over the countryside displaying his new appearance, and had many fans that believing he to be a new god made many offerings and begged favors of him. The bird not knowing any better bragged to the other birds that they must treat him as a god and do his bidding.
Naturally this angered the gods, and Ostera was bummed out as well and she approached the bird to give him some advice to mellow out a bit. The bird refused. He believed himself to be a god and wanted his place known to all.
The angry Ostera having no choice waved her cape and the bird was transformed into a hideous mangy hare. Seeing his appearance in a stream the hare cried for mercy as people have no use for an ugly mangy animal except as food. Ostera gave him the gift of speed and sharp claws so he could dig the earth and burrow himself under the protection of a den.
The hare still in shock asked once again for mercy, for his new lot in life was more then he could bear. Ostera having a soft spot in her heart and knowing it was her mistake that started the whole mess granted the hare one favor.
“For all of time you must hide your hideous appearance from man, you must use your speed to flee from his arrows, you must live in the earth for safety. However once a year you will regain your beautiful feathers, and you will be allowed to lay eggs of the most wondrous colors and sizes, and you will lay these eggs in the fields where the children will delight in finding them, and they will sing the praises of the magical hare who lays the most desirable eggs.”
Satisfied the hare hopped off into the forest. Ostera never had any problems with him again, but did make the acquaintance of a particularly obnoxious groundhog that was not searching for the miracle of life, but was obsessed with renting out his shadow.
I apologize for the rambling length, but Cousin Chuy can be a bit long winded.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Tragedy and the grammer police
There has been tragedy in the family. A beloved cousin a few years older died suddenly while mowing his lawn. Death is the natural order of things. My cousin is one of those people who were a pleasant encounter. He was embarking on a spiritual journey that would have brought his family much joy and pride. He would have made a fine deacon. He was loved, he is missed.
I am far too devastated to speak of memories of him, and the sudden passing is of a nature makes me think “why” and simultaneously “make the best of every moment”
Early Saturday morning I was reading a blog that places a comic strip, and questions its effectiveness, vulgarity, and if it makes sense. He strip was about a father explaining the manner in which a new roll of toilet paper is used to replace the old one and not use a towel, a common family problem. Someone commented that they were under the impression that the kid was supposed to be bright. My Comment below:
I work for a state agency and until a few years ago we has a summer youth program where youths 16-22 were hired to do light office work and make connections, I’ve been there 20 years and for the first 15 years mostly HS students were hired who had some kind of connection to someone who worked there, every summer it cost more time to keep an eye on them as they were supposed to be honor students but they acted like they had the IQ of a tomato, it never really bothered me because it was my first job after college but I had to shake my head a few times, when the youth turned the internship program into a 10 week spring break fun fest, the agency only hired college students, and as for myself while I never used a towel my dad lectured me on the importance of not leaving him “stranded”
Someone who uses the nom de plume of Proginoskes replied:
DrDAN … They’ve invented these things called “periods”. They break a long sequence of words into readable chunks. You should try it some day.
The next comment was a little in my defense but did bring back a memory of my youth, He goes by Igelino; I think they have traded barbs in the past.
Progi, I thought only girls had those. DrDan uses commas, thankfully, so he must be a boy. We were required to read respected literaturists way back when, and they weren’t called run-on sentences, but rather stream of consciousness. Hee hee.
Way back in the 70’s when I was a very unhappy but precocious 7th grader, I was introduced to the concept of each subject had not only a different teacher, but a different classroom, very bizarre. I , (and all the 7th graders had to dodge the 9th graders who took delight is scaring the hell out of the 7th graders, I remember getting pushed around, but a friend who sold weed (and gave the persona of being Psycho) put out the word. The time structure wasn’t called ‘Sessions” or “classes” but was called “periods” and it said so right on the class schedule. For example
McKinley Class Schedule
1st Period- Subjective Interpretation of the English Language
2nt Period- Area studies of enslaved 3rd world countries
3rd Period- Math you never think you will need until trying to read a bus schedule
4th Period- P.E. or humiliation by future S&M Bondage bottoms
5th Period-Indoctrination of the American Way, morning session Liberal, Afternoon session Kill all Commies
So you be walking the hallways checking out the 8th and 9th grade babes, avoiding the Jocks and speed freaks, run into someone you know and asking them what are they doing after 3rd period and they would say every single time “I don’t have periods only girls have periods” funny the first 100 times but for two years I heard it every single day in the hallways and I think I even heard it a few times in HS.
I was away from the PC for a few hours, (about 12) and I saw what the Proginoskes wrote and out of curiosity I googled his name and as it turns out it is a unseen character similar to a dragon or Seraph with many wings and eyes in a book entitled “A Wind in the Door”. I have never heard of it, but it seems like a book like Naira or the ring books. Proginoskes could also be a female, on the shy side of 21 studying intently for her collage boards and full of venom for poor sentence structure, I probably should have looked up what her user name is and I might have taken a different approach. The anger in the post made me think of a retired English professor or HS teacher who in their spare time wails away at sentence problems. I didn’t think there were grammar problems, and for some reason I write long sentences. I did a spelling and Grammar check on word, admittedly it is a poor substitute for writing professionally. A contribution to a blog shouldn’t count, but every English teacher I’ve had said “no excuse for bad writing”, “spelling always counts”, and I don’t care if it is in the dictionary Mr. DrDAN you can’t use it in polite society.
Irregardless below is my retort (and if you are about to say irregardless is not a word I offer the below)
Irregardless is an informal term commonly used in place of regardless or irrespective, which has caused controversy since it first appeared in the early twentieth century. Most dictionaries list it as "nonstandard" or "incorrect". Irregardless originated in dialectal American speech in the early 20th century. Its fairly widespread use in speech called it to the attention of usage commentators as early as 1927. The most frequently repeated remark about it is that “there is no such word.” There is such a word, however. It is still used primarily in speech, although it can be found from time to time in edited prose. Its reputation has not risen over the years, and it is still a long way from general acceptance.
Thanks to Miriam Webster
Proginoskes
You are not the first, nor will you be the last to make that suggestion, (I received critical praise in red ink from a holier than though English Grad student “teaching” 101 in college and he was less than amused when I asked if I could use exclamation points, but I digress) and I probably would have made the same comment Igelino made if I had checked back sooner, but it would have be in a very long sentence of pointless chunks of words whose sequences would have run into each other ad nauseam; I’ve heard of people who experience seizures when there are flashing lights on television, however I must admit I’ve never heard of a perceived excess usage of commas, or lack of menstrual cycles in sentence structure causing them; I will take your advise with a grain of salt (or sand as it is used in limited areas of the southwest), and refrain from hoping you be subjugated to endless donations from the “save the sentence” foundation!
Because I assumed it was a very young male or old male I had a 500 word essay in my head that would have been fun to write, and if I received a response I would have, and still might, it involves starting with the sentence “The boy walked his dog” and carrying it out to 500 words.
To all my friends who might come across this, and agree that my posting are hard to read through, I will try to be mindful.
I am far too devastated to speak of memories of him, and the sudden passing is of a nature makes me think “why” and simultaneously “make the best of every moment”
Early Saturday morning I was reading a blog that places a comic strip, and questions its effectiveness, vulgarity, and if it makes sense. He strip was about a father explaining the manner in which a new roll of toilet paper is used to replace the old one and not use a towel, a common family problem. Someone commented that they were under the impression that the kid was supposed to be bright. My Comment below:
I work for a state agency and until a few years ago we has a summer youth program where youths 16-22 were hired to do light office work and make connections, I’ve been there 20 years and for the first 15 years mostly HS students were hired who had some kind of connection to someone who worked there, every summer it cost more time to keep an eye on them as they were supposed to be honor students but they acted like they had the IQ of a tomato, it never really bothered me because it was my first job after college but I had to shake my head a few times, when the youth turned the internship program into a 10 week spring break fun fest, the agency only hired college students, and as for myself while I never used a towel my dad lectured me on the importance of not leaving him “stranded”
Someone who uses the nom de plume of Proginoskes replied:
DrDAN … They’ve invented these things called “periods”. They break a long sequence of words into readable chunks. You should try it some day.
The next comment was a little in my defense but did bring back a memory of my youth, He goes by Igelino; I think they have traded barbs in the past.
Progi, I thought only girls had those. DrDan uses commas, thankfully, so he must be a boy. We were required to read respected literaturists way back when, and they weren’t called run-on sentences, but rather stream of consciousness. Hee hee.
Way back in the 70’s when I was a very unhappy but precocious 7th grader, I was introduced to the concept of each subject had not only a different teacher, but a different classroom, very bizarre. I , (and all the 7th graders had to dodge the 9th graders who took delight is scaring the hell out of the 7th graders, I remember getting pushed around, but a friend who sold weed (and gave the persona of being Psycho) put out the word. The time structure wasn’t called ‘Sessions” or “classes” but was called “periods” and it said so right on the class schedule. For example
McKinley Class Schedule
1st Period- Subjective Interpretation of the English Language
2nt Period- Area studies of enslaved 3rd world countries
3rd Period- Math you never think you will need until trying to read a bus schedule
4th Period- P.E. or humiliation by future S&M Bondage bottoms
5th Period-Indoctrination of the American Way, morning session Liberal, Afternoon session Kill all Commies
So you be walking the hallways checking out the 8th and 9th grade babes, avoiding the Jocks and speed freaks, run into someone you know and asking them what are they doing after 3rd period and they would say every single time “I don’t have periods only girls have periods” funny the first 100 times but for two years I heard it every single day in the hallways and I think I even heard it a few times in HS.
I was away from the PC for a few hours, (about 12) and I saw what the Proginoskes wrote and out of curiosity I googled his name and as it turns out it is a unseen character similar to a dragon or Seraph with many wings and eyes in a book entitled “A Wind in the Door”. I have never heard of it, but it seems like a book like Naira or the ring books. Proginoskes could also be a female, on the shy side of 21 studying intently for her collage boards and full of venom for poor sentence structure, I probably should have looked up what her user name is and I might have taken a different approach. The anger in the post made me think of a retired English professor or HS teacher who in their spare time wails away at sentence problems. I didn’t think there were grammar problems, and for some reason I write long sentences. I did a spelling and Grammar check on word, admittedly it is a poor substitute for writing professionally. A contribution to a blog shouldn’t count, but every English teacher I’ve had said “no excuse for bad writing”, “spelling always counts”, and I don’t care if it is in the dictionary Mr. DrDAN you can’t use it in polite society.
Irregardless below is my retort (and if you are about to say irregardless is not a word I offer the below)
Irregardless is an informal term commonly used in place of regardless or irrespective, which has caused controversy since it first appeared in the early twentieth century. Most dictionaries list it as "nonstandard" or "incorrect". Irregardless originated in dialectal American speech in the early 20th century. Its fairly widespread use in speech called it to the attention of usage commentators as early as 1927. The most frequently repeated remark about it is that “there is no such word.” There is such a word, however. It is still used primarily in speech, although it can be found from time to time in edited prose. Its reputation has not risen over the years, and it is still a long way from general acceptance.
Thanks to Miriam Webster
Proginoskes
You are not the first, nor will you be the last to make that suggestion, (I received critical praise in red ink from a holier than though English Grad student “teaching” 101 in college and he was less than amused when I asked if I could use exclamation points, but I digress) and I probably would have made the same comment Igelino made if I had checked back sooner, but it would have be in a very long sentence of pointless chunks of words whose sequences would have run into each other ad nauseam; I’ve heard of people who experience seizures when there are flashing lights on television, however I must admit I’ve never heard of a perceived excess usage of commas, or lack of menstrual cycles in sentence structure causing them; I will take your advise with a grain of salt (or sand as it is used in limited areas of the southwest), and refrain from hoping you be subjugated to endless donations from the “save the sentence” foundation!
Because I assumed it was a very young male or old male I had a 500 word essay in my head that would have been fun to write, and if I received a response I would have, and still might, it involves starting with the sentence “The boy walked his dog” and carrying it out to 500 words.
To all my friends who might come across this, and agree that my posting are hard to read through, I will try to be mindful.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
my latest dream
April 14, 2011
This morning I had a dream that the alarm messed up, a young girl from the subcontent started, she had dirty blond hair, no accent, she was very cute and stared at me a lot, people noticed and gave me grief, teasing not judgemental. I was counting something and she was next to me not saying anything, I asked her what she wanted and I asked her if she was married and how old she was, no and 21 I remember thinking that I’m not supposed to ask those questions, and the gal said I shouldn’t worry that she would go out with me. I told her how old I am and she said it isn’t a big deal, More teasing from the crew, I had to train her in my job and people were sent to try to trick her and I showed her that people want some things and are not above a departure from the truth, but it not a big deal “just say no” it is then I noticed there was a small monkey in the room and it was hers, the monkey was very agitated about the PC and was pointing and screeching at it, “This is ridiculous it has to be a dream” I think and I wake up and the alarm goes off a few minutes later
This morning I had a dream that the alarm messed up, a young girl from the subcontent started, she had dirty blond hair, no accent, she was very cute and stared at me a lot, people noticed and gave me grief, teasing not judgemental. I was counting something and she was next to me not saying anything, I asked her what she wanted and I asked her if she was married and how old she was, no and 21 I remember thinking that I’m not supposed to ask those questions, and the gal said I shouldn’t worry that she would go out with me. I told her how old I am and she said it isn’t a big deal, More teasing from the crew, I had to train her in my job and people were sent to try to trick her and I showed her that people want some things and are not above a departure from the truth, but it not a big deal “just say no” it is then I noticed there was a small monkey in the room and it was hers, the monkey was very agitated about the PC and was pointing and screeching at it, “This is ridiculous it has to be a dream” I think and I wake up and the alarm goes off a few minutes later
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
da update
April 8-13, 2011
I weigh 238, I have opportunity to woke out but I find excuses
THE DA UPDATE
Yesterday I did laundry, I tried to get the DA o come along and do her own laundry but she demurred and gave me 3 bags and borrowed another 20 and promised to pay 400.00 when she got her money today and told me to be there before 7;30 am, I was waiting and she came back with 100.00 because she said her dad wanted the money split up, part of it made sense because I have always asked her dad to get the money split up, but her mom refuses to do that because she has pretty much written off the DA and believed in tough love. This is nothing new going back almost 20 years her mom wanted her to get her SSI on the 1st and nothing else reasoning that sobriety can only be accomplished through self determination and it is hard to argue with that. Her dad up became alarmed by the carelessness of the DA and would give her 50 a day, at the time I thought was foolhardy, but her dad wanted her to be free. I’m he guessing heavily subsided the other girls. I remember about 20 years ago the DA’s little sister quit her job because no one liked her and got married had two kids, was apparently verbally abused by her husband, who lost his job, moved out, and eventually killed himself. She didn’t work and the point I was getting to (in a horrendously long about way) was that his daughters were very good about letting him know when the first of the month was coming up because either would remind him to send the check. Funny man the judge.
The other had a horrible marriage in college and when it didn’t last she moved to Colorado with a chum and moved back a few years later and joined the DA in her activities before the DA was shipped off to a mental facility (I’m very curious to see how she got clean) which probably messed up the DA into a feeling of worthlessness which we share. The elder married a former jock who worked at a beer distributorship and was very arrogant (which was not well received at first, it was sort of like commoners in a royal family), I was impressed at first but I knew it wouldn’t last. The older daughter was creamed on a ski sloop by a kid on a snowboard and received a settlement which allowed her to use the house the judge had given her (each child got a house, nothing fancy) and upgrade, I remember once when we stopped by for some family dinner when the DA was allowed to attend, and the elder daughter asked for the deed so they could transfer to her (had to be the jocks idea) , in the friggin same room as I was (if it was a point of manipulation, it would be brilliant). Embarrassed the Judge said they would talk about it later and I’m sure he ended up loaning the money for the remodel, then the kid snowboarder hits the Elder, breaks her leg and they move into a very nice house in an upscale but not exclusive neighborhood , The jock who used to make himself known says nothing, he finally lost the battle and was emasculated or he got sober and changed his ways so be it. Both Daughters are ok enough, when they were younger they partied together, but they managed to clear a path and raise families it bothers me that they completely shun the DA but given her propensity to lie, cheat, and steal I can’t blame them
The DA was supposed to pay me 400.00 to clear her tab but she had me wait until the money arrived and came in stating the Elder wanted to know why I was there and I had to pay rent, also the Judge split the payments so she doesn’t blow all the money, problem is that the DA gave me 100.00 and ½ of 500.00 is 250.00, I have a feeling she lied and blew the rest, she had a few fits demanding a few dollars when I dropped off some smokes, but gave me a bottle of Vodka she stole ( which I hope she continues because she will get arrested). Yesterday I had a brief work out (1 mile at 2.7 mph) actually got a bit dizzy and did a little shopping, the DA called and said she needed smokes so I went to drop them off and she said she need a few dollars and when I only had twoshe got upset and said I had to take her to a place about a mile away to get some meds, after the meds she also went out to make money and basically roaped m,e into waiting. I put on the head phones and ignored her and refused the kiss when I dropped her off
Today the Da called to tell me the police were at her house and that she had been panhandling at the place she was warned not to panhandle at, also someone wants to give her a cat, I told her it would be a bad idea because if something happened to her I would only take care of the Malogato and it wouldn’t be fair to the other cat, she called later to say she needed 10.00 and that if she gets arrested to go get the money to put on her books , but she would pay me back when she got the money, I gave a firm no and she said that just for saying no she would get the other cat, she makes threats to get money but I am up against a wall. If she puts my stuff on the lawn I guess she does and I walk away forever and try to find a way to take care of the cat.
I weigh 238, I have opportunity to woke out but I find excuses
THE DA UPDATE
Yesterday I did laundry, I tried to get the DA o come along and do her own laundry but she demurred and gave me 3 bags and borrowed another 20 and promised to pay 400.00 when she got her money today and told me to be there before 7;30 am, I was waiting and she came back with 100.00 because she said her dad wanted the money split up, part of it made sense because I have always asked her dad to get the money split up, but her mom refuses to do that because she has pretty much written off the DA and believed in tough love. This is nothing new going back almost 20 years her mom wanted her to get her SSI on the 1st and nothing else reasoning that sobriety can only be accomplished through self determination and it is hard to argue with that. Her dad up became alarmed by the carelessness of the DA and would give her 50 a day, at the time I thought was foolhardy, but her dad wanted her to be free. I’m he guessing heavily subsided the other girls. I remember about 20 years ago the DA’s little sister quit her job because no one liked her and got married had two kids, was apparently verbally abused by her husband, who lost his job, moved out, and eventually killed himself. She didn’t work and the point I was getting to (in a horrendously long about way) was that his daughters were very good about letting him know when the first of the month was coming up because either would remind him to send the check. Funny man the judge.
The other had a horrible marriage in college and when it didn’t last she moved to Colorado with a chum and moved back a few years later and joined the DA in her activities before the DA was shipped off to a mental facility (I’m very curious to see how she got clean) which probably messed up the DA into a feeling of worthlessness which we share. The elder married a former jock who worked at a beer distributorship and was very arrogant (which was not well received at first, it was sort of like commoners in a royal family), I was impressed at first but I knew it wouldn’t last. The older daughter was creamed on a ski sloop by a kid on a snowboard and received a settlement which allowed her to use the house the judge had given her (each child got a house, nothing fancy) and upgrade, I remember once when we stopped by for some family dinner when the DA was allowed to attend, and the elder daughter asked for the deed so they could transfer to her (had to be the jocks idea) , in the friggin same room as I was (if it was a point of manipulation, it would be brilliant). Embarrassed the Judge said they would talk about it later and I’m sure he ended up loaning the money for the remodel, then the kid snowboarder hits the Elder, breaks her leg and they move into a very nice house in an upscale but not exclusive neighborhood , The jock who used to make himself known says nothing, he finally lost the battle and was emasculated or he got sober and changed his ways so be it. Both Daughters are ok enough, when they were younger they partied together, but they managed to clear a path and raise families it bothers me that they completely shun the DA but given her propensity to lie, cheat, and steal I can’t blame them
The DA was supposed to pay me 400.00 to clear her tab but she had me wait until the money arrived and came in stating the Elder wanted to know why I was there and I had to pay rent, also the Judge split the payments so she doesn’t blow all the money, problem is that the DA gave me 100.00 and ½ of 500.00 is 250.00, I have a feeling she lied and blew the rest, she had a few fits demanding a few dollars when I dropped off some smokes, but gave me a bottle of Vodka she stole ( which I hope she continues because she will get arrested). Yesterday I had a brief work out (1 mile at 2.7 mph) actually got a bit dizzy and did a little shopping, the DA called and said she needed smokes so I went to drop them off and she said she need a few dollars and when I only had twoshe got upset and said I had to take her to a place about a mile away to get some meds, after the meds she also went out to make money and basically roaped m,e into waiting. I put on the head phones and ignored her and refused the kiss when I dropped her off
Today the Da called to tell me the police were at her house and that she had been panhandling at the place she was warned not to panhandle at, also someone wants to give her a cat, I told her it would be a bad idea because if something happened to her I would only take care of the Malogato and it wouldn’t be fair to the other cat, she called later to say she needed 10.00 and that if she gets arrested to go get the money to put on her books , but she would pay me back when she got the money, I gave a firm no and she said that just for saying no she would get the other cat, she makes threats to get money but I am up against a wall. If she puts my stuff on the lawn I guess she does and I walk away forever and try to find a way to take care of the cat.
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