August Events

Yesterday was my dad's birthday. I don't know how old he would be if he were alive. He was born in 1907. 2005 minus 1907 equals 3912 on my calculator. I just threw it in the trash. I just got it back out of the trash. He would be 98. Marilyn Monroe died on his birthday. I don't like her. I think she was a ho singing Happy Birthday Mr. President on National TV. She was fluanting making love to him, a married man. Screw that.

We dropped the bombs on Japan today, 60 years ago, August 6. More than 70,000 dead in an instant and more than 70,000 more dead from radiation in the following years.

Elvis died this month. His one death gets more attention than their 140,000.

Why can a woman forgive a man easier than a man can forgive a woman? Perhaps it is biological.

Why do I like puppies so much and my sister doesn't?

Why can't I get the upstairs bath tub clean?

The other day on my way home from work, cutting through the projects, a young black woman crossing the street in front of my truck gave me a look that if looks could kill I would be dead in an instant. Her look was some kind of catalyst. I immediately felt misunderstood and unjustly hated. I tried calling son 1 to vent and no answer. Waited awhile and called son 2. Before I dialed I reached to turn off the radio and instead I turned off the air conditioner. This very act was another catalyst. Now I'm old and have alzhiemers. The tears began to flow uncontrollably. I calmed down and called son 2. As soon as he answered I began to vent and scream that I am innocent; I am not guilty! Don't hate me because I own a vehicle and have a job. He was a little therapist. He let me get it all out. And then he called me later to check on me. He is so cute.

I write this episode off to PMS without medication.

Ron just stopped by for supper. We had beef stew with corn bread. We ate in front of the TV. That high school reunion movie was on with Gweneth Paltrow. We enjoyed a good laugh and he left.