Aunt Evadeane and Hitler

Uncle Bunyan and Aunt Evadeane are coming tomorrow, so I've been cleaning like I normally don't. I swept and mopped the kitchen and bathroom. They haven't been mopped in over a year. Then I got on my hands and knees and scrubbed the spots that refused to come up with the mop. I cleaned the commode and sink and shower stall. I didn't have much luck removing the dirt in the shower stall??? I used all the good stuff, such as Fantastic, Lysol, and 409. Barry even poured some bleach on it and it didn't come up. After all that cleaning, I went grocery shopping and spent a lot of money. When I got home I was so hungry I ate some vienna sausages on a mayonnaise sandwich with chips and cilantro sauce. It wasn't that good, but I enjoyed it none the less. Barry bathed Sammy yesterday and I washed his bedding. He is already smelling bad again. I bought some Frebreeze to spray on all his stuff. I also bought a vanilla candle, mmmmm.
Barry, Taunie and I went to the Holocaust museum last Friday. The Anne Frank exhibit was there. I was thoroughly depressed upon leaving. Mankind is a mystery to me. Is it really as simple as saying that Hitler was demon possessed, as some Christians say? I don't know what to think about it all. I came upon a deportation notice, eye level with me, that began "you are hereby notified to report to ........." I got chills as if I were reading it as my own notice. On a positive note, I got to read a personal letter written by Albert Einstein thanking someone for helping Jews escape the Nazis. I was surprised to note that Hitler and the Nazis bare a strong resemblance to Bro. Lee and the local church with their interest in the youth, self-identity destruction and book burnings.
Now I am drinking a beer and blogging about it all while listening to the Simpsons in the back ground.
Yesterday Barry, Ronnie, Judy, and the kids and I piled into the big mercury and headed now 146 to meet Raun at the Baytown Track when Raun called my cell phone to notify us that the races had been canceled due to bad weather. We did a U-Turn and headed back to our house. I put on chicken on the boil (Ronnie was sickly), and Judy and I went to Rust and Dust. I found a beautiful rug for the living room for $45 bucks. I bought it and I am so happy now. It's blue, green, and lavender. I put it in front of the front door area. It is probably 7x9 ish. eeeeeeee. Then I finished making chicken soup, we all ate some and they went home. Then we went to their house to look at Judy's new gazeebo her mother gave her, then we came home. Then, then then. Saw some of those mini motorcylces racing up and down the street, their riders not looking as they crossed intersections. Good grief. Then I saw a policeman looking for them. Then I didn't hear them anymore. hehe.
Later......

A Quick Update

Got a job...working close to home. I bet I already blogged that. Oh well. I am beginning to enjoy it a little bit more. The boss-man told me today that I definately have an opportunity to work on site at NASA in the near future. So thats all good. Heard a wreck today as I was leaving the office. Looked down the road and saw a brand new white cadillac and a new SUV in the mist of airbag smoke. They hit head on. I feel sorry for them. A little bit later I took Nathan to get his truck and we were blocked from getting near the wreck, and there were over 4 wreckers on the scene as well as a fire truck and an ambulance.
I've enjoyed playing with my grand-dog this past weekend while Nathan visited with friends. When I took a shower this morning, I put my towel on the toilet seat and when I went to reach for it, it was gone. She had taken it into the other room. Right now she has just finished demolishing a tennis ball and she is rag-dolling it. The house looks like a two year old has visited. She doesn't know how to land on her feet after she jumps up in the air. She lands laying down.....
Went to the doctor. I have a thyroid issue. I'm on medicine and I am already feeling better. I have high cholesterol, too, but the doctor said once the thyroid is regulated, the cholestrol will usually go down. Been eating better too. I think I'm losing weight. :)
Well, Nathan is fixin to leave, so I'll write more later. It's later. Nathan got off with Marilyn in the back of the truck, looking regal. The neighbor kids hollered, "there's the dog! Where's he going?"
Aunt Evadeane and Uncle Bunyan are coming for a visit next weekend. Time to clean the house and bathe the dog. They should come more often. NOT. Just kidding, I'm looking forward to seeing Bunyan.
Been shopping for bedskirts and shams to match the new quilt I bought over the weekend. It's been a job. Spent 5 hours on Sunday looking around. I found some at Wal-mart, the last place I wanted to go. Got em home and they were too dark, so I'm returning them tomorrow and exchanging them for different color.
Ronnie has an interview for a truck driving job tomorrow morning. I hope it goes well. I fixed him a resume tonight and he came by to pick it up. We visited for a good while, remembering old times.
I ate spaghetti twice for supper tonight. Once at 4:30 p.m. and again at 8:00. Now I'm craving something fat, like a Whataburger.
Good Night.

Just Ain't the Same

It's sad how what normally brings me such joy, such as seeing dolphins jumping out of the water while sitting on big granite boulders on the end of the dike with my husband, watching the sun go down and the ships go by while eating tamales (that we bought sporadically, upon the prompting of a Mexican, out of the trunk of his car) is clouded by the mundane and the not so mundane. I can't sleep. My chovanistic boss (mundane) is front and center in my mind right beside my thoughts of Mom (not so mundane) a year ago today (it's after 1:00 a.m.). I find that I am angry with my boss for taking up my mind-space on such an anniversary. Angry with my boss? What's wrong with me? I am feeling that doom and gloom feeling again. Darkness, my trustworthy friend.

Last Full Day of Life

One year ago today, Mom lived her last full day of life. "Come when ya can, hun," were her hast words to me spoken over the phone. I miss her so much. Death is so final. It is hard to comprehend that we all must die. I think that most of us are in denial somehow. If not, why do we get so caught up in day to day mundane goings on? If we fully understood how short of a time we have as living beings on earth, would we live differently? I think so. After thinking like this, I have almost decided to sell my rent house, pay off this house, quit my creepy new job, and travel with Barry. We don't have long to live, even if we live to a ripe old age.

My new job is located right around the corner from my house. It takes me one minute to get there; I'm off on fridays, and I work 6 or 7 hours a day. Sounds ideal, huh? Well, it only pays $10 an hour and my boss is a male chavanist. He is my trainer and I am the only one in the office besides him. It is creepy. I don't like it. But I am going to continue on until hopefully one of my applications will impress someone else.

Barry and I spent the weekend in the country. Beautiful cool crisp weather surrounded us. The smell of burning leaves was relaxing. We moved some furniture up there and some other furniture back here. I'm getting tired of moving furniture. Our bedroom in TC is looking good with new curtains and new (old) furniture.

Barry wants to buy an old 30's buick to travel in style. I told him we would have to get a vintage trailor to pull for the dogs. We could put a tiny a/c in it for them. hehe. Ideally, we would have no animals to travel with, but how do you get rid of your animals? They are family.

I am lamenting having to go to work in an hour. I wish we were rich. I saw on tv yesterday people who owned their own islands. That would be nice.

Off to eat breakfast....

On This Solid Rock I Stand

All other ground is sinking sand... all other ground is sinking sand.  The Mormans attacked me on Saturday.  I sicked them on Jacob.  As I was talking to them on the front porch, Jacob and Barry drove up with music blairing real loud, "Bloody, bloody Tuesday..."  as Jacob gave them an intimidating glare.  He was ready for them, as missionaires had visited him in Denton the day before, as well as his grandparents are Morman.  He had them smiling and sharing their gospel with pride.  I was able to finish supper. 
We are almost on a solid foundation.  Workers were under our house for 6 days digging and dragging heavy boards and cement blocks under there, in-between naps.  And of course another $1000 worth of work is needed before they can really finish leveling the house.  So, they will be back tomorrow morning. 
I showed the rent house to the renters today.  The woman has a tremendous butt, and she hit the stove with it.  She said, "Opps, I hit my butt."  I thought that was great. 
I met Jacob's girlfriend this weekend.  My first thought was that she looked like us, meaning my family.  I guess I thought that because his ex-wife didn't look anything like us.  Not that it matters.  Saturday night one of the workers from under the house came by and invited Jacob and Rachel out to play pool (he kind of remembered Jake from school).  Turns out he is a rapper and was very entertaining.  Jacob suffered a little-bit of culture shock.  He has been surrounded by college people for the past four years, so a night out with a drop-out rapper was definitely a different experience. 
Jacob enjoyed reading a short story that Dad wrote in the early sixties regarding WWII Red Cross signs and their similarity to the blood of Jesus (the Germans respected the red cross and stopped firing no matter who was under the sign, just as the death angel passed by the doors with the blood on them).  His comment, "Man, this makes me want to repent."
I haven't found a job yet, not even an interview.
We made a quick run up to the place today to take Ma-Moo's 50 year old couch up there, and to pick up a few needed things.  It was pleasent after it stopped raining and I regained my place on the freeway.  Yup, I was squeezed out of my lane and into another persons lane.  Luckily she was able to move over for me.  And yes, the couch got fricken wet.
It's good to be back home in the AC. 
We celebrated Josh's 5th BD yesterday.  There were no kids here to help celebrate, and it turned out great.  He was thrilled to receive so much Spider Man stuff.  And boy can he make the moves.  He's good. He punched the pinyata instead of hitting it with a stick, and he loved it.  He got out a lot of anxiety.  I think he'd be a good boxer.

"Marie" History

Had a good day today. I babysat Marilyn (Manson) while Nathan gad about town. He went fishing today and caught 6 little fish. Kat went with him. He went back to LaGrange around 5:30. It was nice seeing him for the short while that I did. I got a kick out of seeing him coming home from fishing wearing a fishing hat and carrying two rods (one of them was Uncle George's old rod).
Barry and I mowed and trimmed bushes and trees at the rent house. We worked very hard and I got red-faced.
Tiffany came over today. We enjoyed going through old pictures together. I gave her a family history lesson of who was who and how they were all related. We discussed how she was named after her grandma. I stressed that she should save precious things because in the future she will pull down her box of history and thoroughly enjoy going through it. She said we would probably never throw her away because she was history (her name being Marie). I laughed so hard. She is so cute. I read a love letter dated 1924 from my grandfather to my grandmother. When I started reading it out loud, "My Dearest Sweetheart," Tiffany squealed and said, "I bet he had a crush on her." I then told her that they were married and had three kids, Mom was four years old when that letter was written. Tiff's mother has a tendency to throw good things away just because she is tired of them, or they happen to be in way. I hope I got through to Tiff. I'd hate to see her mom throw away all these pictures I'll be handing over to them. I found three of those round view-master picture slides, so I took them to Tiff's house and Ron put them in Josh's toy slide projector. On a purple wall, we watched projections of Ma-moo, Rick, and Ron dated back in the 50's, taken in the driveway of the house we were in. The kids loved it, and so did Ron and I. Josh thought that was a picture of him.
Well, I am so tired, I am going to go to bed now. Tomorrow is a big day...Barry and I are going to see "Spiderman" with Tiff, Josh, and Ron. :)

Cum Laude and Meatloaf

So, what does cum laude mean? I received my diploma and noticed those two little latin words under my degree. I thought it ironic that I had to look up what it meant. I knew it meant with honors, but I didn't know what degree of honor. I guess it goes with getting lost on my way to the "honors" ceremony because of leaving the address at home (on purpose). I know how to make an "A" is what it means, nothing more. I found my grandfather's transcripts from way back when, from at least three different colleges. He was an "A" student of foreign languages. Now that deserves honor. I wonder if he felt as I do about this cum laude thing? I doubt it. He was a perfectionist according to my rebel mother. He wanted all of his children to make straight A's. Mother was a C student while her two siblings were A students. It drove him nuts. But she was so much fun! They were sticks in the mud. Well, the brother was anyway, I only know the sister through old letters I've been reading lately. She had a funny side, too, but she was proturbed with Mother for not being a good cook or cleaner. Hell, she was at the local creek having a ball! My mom. I'm glad she was easy-goin.

Our newly acquired renters called and said the person they were going to borrow the money from, for the security deposit, didn't come through, and asked if they could pay it on Monday. We told them sorry, and we rented it to the "brothers." I'm glad. These guys are Mexicans with a cool last name. Barry and I went to show the house to one of their wives and she adored it and was so happy to get it. After she left we notice fleas were all over us, so we ran to the store and bought some flea bombs and set them off.
We will be going back over there later to mow AGAIN and trim bushes.

I cooked a great supper last night: meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and collard greens.... ummmmm. I think I'll go heat some up for a snack.

A Sweet Time Gone/Falling into Place

The upstairs bedroom is lookin good. Nathan is coming in tonight with my grand-dog for the weekend. It's raining. Got lots of sheets that smell old from the bathroom closet to wash. Barry painted the bathroom white and I like it. He will start on the other bedroom today.

Got cable and I like it, too. Lots of channels to chose from without getting beat to death with commercials.

The court case was rescheduled (as usual) for August 4. Parking cost $14 because we were stupid. Everyone was stressed out and mad, but we all enjoyed a wonderful breakfast at Hollywood's downtown Houston. It was quiet and we were the only ones there. I liked it.

Sang some local church songs after finding the old supplement song book. I cried. Don't know why. Guess because it was a sweet time gone.

Applied for low-paying jobs with the local ISD. The thought of being off in the summer and taking only 5 minutes to get to work may be worth the low pay. Applied over the internet with USA (United Space Alliance) for a second time to add a USA employee's name as a referral, and after 30 minutes of filling out blanks and choosing options (you have to redo the whole frickin app. to add one frickin piece of info), I received a message that I entered the wrong employee number (when I didn't enter one because I don't know it) and it would not allow me to submit my application. It threw out all my data. Screw them. I do not want to work for a company that can't put together a user friendly web page.

Received my diploma in the mail yesterday! It is so big and beautiful. Plan to have it framed so that it doesn't look like my ancestors' diplomas I recently found, roach eaten and brown.

Rue is sleeping by my feet. She is in the house because earlier there was a thunder storm. Sammy is still oblivious to storms. He keeps that stupid look on his face consistantly.

Gotta Go.... the man is here.

Sick of Dial-up and Family

My computer is so slow; I'm sick of it.
I am not looking forward to tomorrow. I have to be a character witness in a court fight over custody of my nephew's son. I did this once before. This is the last time for me. He plans on moving in with me if he loses custody. He says he can't afford child support for two children. Now Barry and I have to tell him he is not welcome here. Stress. I hate the way he makes me feel. Or should I say, I hate the way I feel when I'm around him. He is pushy. I've been finding notes in a lot of boxes written by Mother to herself regarding him pushing her around and how she needed to be stronger willed around him. History is trying to repeat itself in this house. creepy.
Trying to rent my TC house is stressful, too. Nothing but what appear to be no-goods are calling. Today Barry and I drove to one of their homes to see if they kept the yard neat. We ended up following them to the chemical plants. We pretended to be detectives. Good Grief.
I've submitted my resume electronically three times. I received the standard "don't call us, we'll call you" reply. I've never had any trouble getting work in past, but now I am beginning to think it may not be so cut and dry anymore.
Went by Lee's house tonight. "Dumbo" from the past drove by his house while we were there. He is my age and he looked over 60! It was creepy visiting with the old winos. I feel like I took a step backwards. And it was initiated by my having had two glasses of wine beforehand.
Locked myself out of the house yesterday. All because Sammy peed on the clean carpet in the rent house. I was so mad at him I wasn't paying attention.
Rearranged the living room today. I like it better.
Filled more boxes for my siblings and put them by the front door. There they will sit for eternity. NOT! I'll get rid of them if they aren't claimed within a reasonable amount of time. Will you copy that for me? I'll pay you...... They have all been saying that. Screw that! You come get it, copy it, and bring it back! Or keep it yourself after I've copied it for myself.
Got mad at the spouse today for not wanting to paint the bathroom two colors. My whole house is going to be white. Fine. If I want it any other color, I'll have to do it myself. Right now I don't have time or energy to do it, but maybe later. I got jealous of the couple at Lowe's picking out a "color" of paint together. I guess I should be happy he is painting at all; and I am.
I'm sick of sleeping on a mattress on the floor, too.
I'm spoiled.

I Can Breathe Again, Kinda

I'm back in good ole TC. The house is such an improvement over the country house as far as mold goes. Good A/C and high ceilings. We both slept good last night. But, upon arrival yesterday, the chemical plants were letting some chemical out into the air and it smelled bad. I put my shirt up over my nose as I was unloading the truck. I should probably move out of this city.

Our renter came by last night to let us know he was out of the house now. We enjoyed visiting with him for about an hour. Then we went to check out the house. We were very impressed with the house condition, luckily, since we gave him his deposit back without looking at the house first. (He is a family friend). The neighbors are interested in their relatives renting it. But they told my renter that they would come pick up some furniture they wanted over a week ago, and they haven't picked it up yet. Now it's on the front porch waiting for them to come pick it up. I think that shows bad character and now I am reluctant to rent to their relatives.

I plan to finish rummaging through the upstairs bedroom today so that Barry can start painting that room. Then on to the next room. Then on to searching for a job. I want to be settled into a bedroom before I begin work. I don't want to be searching for my clothes in three different rooms and sleeping in different rooms as well while working.

One more cup of coffee and I'm off and running...

Black Panther of Death

All that talk of death yesterday culminated in my dreams last night. As I was walking among wild animals, such as black bears with brown noses, a black panther leaped at me and began sniffing my neck. Then the panther bit my neck, and I began to die.

There is a benefit today for a lead guitar player of a local blues band. It is located at the Good Times Marina in Houston. It is about an hour away from here. Good bands are going to be there. I think I want to go. But then again, I think I don't.

It's raining.

I'm washing all the sheets and pillow cases right now. They smell like mold. Mold is growing on everything. That may have something to do with my mood. My moldy mood is conducive to the blues. I should go to the benefit. Boogie Woogie piano playing makes me smile. "Queen of the 88s" is a good boogie woogie song.

The dryer is calling...

Just Yesterday

Just yesterday I was pregnant. Two summers in a row. Now, twenty-four years later, I sit alone. I wonder sometimes if I would feel more alone if my spouse died. I am now the next in line to die. We all have to do it. I'm next. Found a poem written by Mom in the 80's, "Entering age is like leaving a party and coming home to an empty abode." That could be a good thing, but I read it as a sad thing. Just yesterday, Ma-Moo won a singer sewing machine at Almeda Mall. Now she is dead. Just yesterday Mom enjoyed a song. Now she is dead. Today I'm blogging, tomorrow I'm gone? My oh my, why do we have to die? What will my legacy be? Fishsticks? Why is a legacy important? Will my decendents care a thing about me when I'm gone? Will my great great grandchildren wonder about me and what kind of a life I led? What will they find in their search? My blogs. Hello little ones. I wish I was with you now, enjoying being alive, full of wisdom. It's true, an idle mind is the devil's playground. I'm up at the place in the country with an idle mind, and see what I'm thinking about... Without some lesson to prepare for, my mind is straying to the side of doom and gloom. Earlier I read two essays I wrote regarding Middle Eastern History. I was impressed with myself. I plan on re-reading the many papers and notes that I wrote over the past four years in an attempt to remember what I learned. I am thankful that I went to college and earned a degree. I wish I would have earned a money making degree instead of a humanities degree. Only because now I have to re-enter the working world as an educated 'Clerk.' Well, I hear the spouse in the kitchen. I'll close now.

Rain Rain and Yesterday

It's been raining for two days. A pond is now under the house. Rue is in the house. She trys to jump on me everytime it thunders. I threw her off of me and she landed half-way on the other chair. She is big, too. My arm is sore. I showed her some safe places to hide, like under the bed and under the stairs, but she is currently lying beside me. The weather has calmed down a bit. She slept with me last night and shook the whole bed with her nerves. I tried calming her like I would a baby, rocking and rhythmic humming, but I began to feel silly. I led her to under the bed and she gladly went. I was then able to go to sleep. She is my dog....

Yesterday I started working in the upstairs bedroom. I found a bag of old baby clothes from when my oldest brother was a baby. I recognize the clothes from the pictures I've been looking at. It was a sweet experience touching and folding them. I imagined Mother folding them when they were new. And her excitement over her mother having made some of them. I also began taking Mom's clothes out of the closet and folding them in preparation to give them away. I found kleenex and hard candies in the pockets of her blazers. Of course I got sad again. A bitter-sweet sadness. I also found some old dresses of Ma-Moo's (my grandmother). I couldn't bring myself to get rid of them. I also saved Mom's poke-a-dot dresses, since that is the essence of her. I found some pictures of Dad that I don't remember seeing before. This cleaning out the house is a most precious job. I'm glad to have this opportunity. Last night Ronnie refused to take the latest box I collected for him. He said, "Not anh, I'm workin!" (delivering pizza). I told him I'd bring it to him later. All he had to do was put it in his frickin car. Good Grief. He goes into depression when he reads old letters.

Tuesday Barry, Taunie, and I went to UHCL to hear a presentation on the Battle of the Bay, The Civil War in Galveston. It was very interesting and comical. A comedy of errors led to a confederate victory. Barry and I then went to the Top Water Grill in San Leon for a shrimp dinner. The shrimp was delicious, but the water tasted like chlorine and the cole slaw tasted sour. Barry didn't notice.

O Happy Day

Nathan received a refund from the Judge as well as managed to get the ticket dismissed. We went to the mall today and bought Nathan a new pair of workboots. Marilyn ate my dogs' heartworm medicine. I called the vet, and she will be fine, but we're out of $20 worth of medicine. Then later she found a roach bait thingy and began chewing on it. She keeps me hopping, but I just love her to death. She is so cute. I will miss her when they leave tonight. Nathan is currently taking a nap upstairs. Barry is scrapping and painting the front door. He is in a bad mood for some reason. Thank goodness for dogs. Jacob is discovering that not all girls hate boys. The spaghetti is done.....

My Grand-dog, Marilyn

Since none of mine nor Barry's children seem to be interested in having children, my son's new pit-bull puppy is my substitute grandchild. Nathan is working nearby in LaGrange, Tx, so he comes to visit on the weekends, leaves the grand-dog with me, and heads to houston to party with friends. Her name is Marilyn because she is so beautiful. Solid white with blue eyes. She is currently under my chair chewing on a chew-thing I bought for her. She is ripping it to shreads. (Marilyn-Manson!) It's not like Nathan can't find enough trouble without owning a vicious dog. But she is so cute! I love her even though she bites me. Now she is laying on my bed barking at me and wagging her tail. Now Sammy has begun barking, too. I feel like a young mother with a new toddler, that bites. She almost caused Nathan to get shot by a highway patrolman today. yup, Nathan got pulled over and searched. Marilyn jumped out of the truck when the officer opened the door. He instinctively turned his back on Nathan to catch Marilyn. He then realized his error and put his hand on his gun as he turned around to face Nathan. Nathan immediately put his hands in the air and yelled, "I'm not going to do nothin!!!!!" She is now sleeping on my bed. awwwwwwwww. She looks to sweet and cute! Just like demon children look with they sleep.
Duncan left today. His mama cut short the democratic convention in houston. He was sad to leave, but I could tell he was happy to learn that she was coming today. The poor boy has symptons of OC disorder. I mentioned that to his mother almost a year ago. She immediately felt guilty for not noticing. This time I told his dad and he was very aware of the problem. He said the mom is in denial. I hope they get help for him. He won't be able to function much longer in society if he doesn't get the symptons under control. I became obsessive watching him. When I read up on the problem, I saw symptoms in myself and my husband. He collects stupid things like ice-cream buckets (too many of them), and I have recently enjoyed scratching my scalp of scabs. Poor kid doesn't have a chance.
I'm enjoying my new house. I am preparing for the arrival of seven guests tomorrow. Barry's nephew and niece plus their families, plus Nathan and Barry and me, makes 10 people in this house. My brother said the commode with stop up. I bought a badmitton set tonight in hopes of the children playing outside. Florence is planning on making a home-made lasagna tomorrow for supper.
Well, I guess I've blogged enough for now...

Camp Riff-Raff

Duncan is visiting this week. So far we saw a rat at the pond and a skunk in a neighbors yard. A thunderstorm scared Rue so bad that she got out of the backyard. She was missing for two days. We went to the pound to see if she got arrested (she and Nathan, wad I gonna do?), but she was not there; and they had not picked up any dead dogs since she became missing. We looked all over town for her. This morning Andrew, our 6 year-old neighbor consistantly banged on the front door as he was frantically yelling, "We found Roof, we found Roof, she's in your backyard!" So I joyously ran to the back yard with the neighborhood kids and was happily reunited with Rue. I got the urge to take a picture of all of the neighborhood kids' barefeet. Last saturday Barry, Jacob, Duncan, and I rode the Galveston Ferry. It was the perfect time of day. The sunset was beautiful, Dolphins were surfacing, a big black ocean-going barge got so close the ferry driver had to divert from his path, and Jacob and Duncan got satisfactually wet from the big waves. I just spilled cold water all over my lap and table top. Good Grief. We have been without A/C for two days. It has been very hot. Earlier as I read through old letters and looked at old pictures, some as old as the 1800's, while listening to talk radio, it dawned on me that I was living out my life as if I was back in the day. The A/C should be back tomorrow. I am so happy Rue is back. Barry has been scraping and painting the windows. The house is starting to look good. We bought it last Friday, June 11, 2004. Our renters are moving out this month. We are considering selling that house and putting the profit into this house. Thank goodness for little a/c's in the bedrooms. Good Night...

New A/C and Nails in the Washer Machine

Yesterday Barry and I installed our new a/c in the downstairs bedroom/study. It looks so cute, all white and shiney. It is an accomplishment well-welcomed after dealing with Jack Seymour and his appliance service. The big a/c in the kitchen has been stuggling for at least a year and it has recently begun tripping the breaker. So I called Jack and he came and picked it up, cleaned it, and it is still doing it. While he had the a/c, Barry replaced the rotten boards under it. When Jack returned with the a/c, the caulk and paint were not dry, so he left the a/c on the backporch. I asked him to return to install it tomorrow b/c of Barry's health condition,and he made a snide remark about having 3 heart attacks and a couple of by-passes and he keeps going, insinuating that Barry should install it, then he insisted that I call if I want it installed. Well, I called that evening. He responded with "I don't know if I can make it out there tomorrow or not." Then he showed up at 8:00 a.m. (interupting my coffee time in my pjs). While he was here I had him look at the washer b/c it started smoking and stinking the other day. All he did was remove the clothes and found nails that Barry left in his pocket. The nails had lodged in the holes of the tub and rubbed the belt. $63.33. He is as bad as the carpenter who wanted $300 to fix the rotten boards under the a/c. Barry tackled that job himself with no problem, but the carpenter charged us $80 for two pieces of lumber and two cuts. And the cuts were incorrect and one of the pieces of wood was cracked! I am so disgusted with both him and Jack. Barry and I learned to always ask the costs b/f assuming it won't be much.

Rick and his family are coming in tonight. They will be hauling off their portion of the estate furniture. We will all attend the Griffin Reunion on Saturday. I have a feeling no one really wants to go to these things. Rebekah, have you EVER been to one? Last year was special b/c I picked Mother up at MD Anderson and took her straight there. She received a standing ovation which put a big, much needed, smile on her face. She was the star. I miss her!

Sleepless in TC

Well, here it is 12:53 a.m. sunday morning. I've been tossing and turning and thinking since 10:00 p.m. saturday night. I can't stand it when my brain won't stop thinking. So, I turn to blogger.com. Now what? I am experiencing some depression. Some doom and gloom feelings. Isolation. Uselessness. umm.. I'll double up on my herbs tomorrow, oops, today. I am looking at a poster of Clark Gable. He is sitting at a gambling table with a cigar in his mouth, and cards in his one hand and chips under the other. My mom's poster. She loved Clark Gable. She used to skip school and go to the movies and watch him on the big screen. She had a sad life. I wish I could have been her childhood friend. I like the idea of time-travel. I'd like to visit my ancestors as young people and experience the lives of those from whom I come. I feel as though I am going through a transition from young person to old person. Therefore the doom and gloom feeling, maybe. Walking on the beach yesterday was interesting. I noticed that there were more ugly people than pretty. More fat than skinny. I began to think I could get by with wearing a two-piece, then thought again. I don't necessarily like this new role of "aging person." Death is on my mind more than it has ever been. Widowhood, nursing homes, bathroom problems. Not a very bright future. Ma-moo was a widow at 55 years of age and never remarried. I may never remarry. What a sad thought that my best years are over. Jeez, I'm depressed. I might as well just go ahead and die now. Naah, I'm going to join the Lowery Center on Monday and start working out. I'm going to start feeling better physically and then I'll automatically start feeling better emotionally. yup.

Popsicle Sticks in the Rain/Sandcastles in the Sun

Barry and I just got through watching the Belmont horse races. We were so inspired, we ran out in the rain and raced our popsicle sticks. Blanco won by a longshot, orange came in a close second, and a newcomer, Spilt, came in third. Then Barry had to pee real bad, so we ran across the neighbors big yard acting like their children act when they run across our yard. It was a welcomed break from reality.

Earlier we went to Galveston and watched as many people were busy building elaborate sandcastles for a prize. There were many excellect entries, such as Homer Simpson, "Lord of the Rings," (donuts); Martha Stewart, "Extreme Makeover," (half of her face was normal and the other half beatup and smoking a cigarette); San Antonio missions,and Clifford the Big Red Dog. There were a lot of dogs out there, too. Real ones of all shapes and sizes. I got overheated and had to go to the pavillion for some shade and a hotdog. There we got to watch people attempt to ride a mechanical bull. A drunk fat woman tried her luck and began screaming before it started. I got a good laugh out of that. She reminded me of Alice Jean. She finally fell off with a thump (after it started).

We met up with Ronnie and Judy and the kids. Judy's brother was involved with Clifford's sandcastle. They looked hot. Judy found the free beer, so they both had one. Judy began dancing and acting silly. I told them she had one too many. They are still there. I hope they make it home o.k.

More later.

Pink Flamigo

One last post for May. TC has a tourist attraction on the dike. Named Pinkie, this pink flamigo arrived around May 15 from the Yucatan. Hundreds of people from all over the US are coming to view it. An area on the north side of the dike is taped off and binoculars are set up for viewing and a book is layed out for visitors to sign. Nathan and Kat waded out on the island and took some pictures of it. It is SO cute. Nothing bothers it. It remains in this same spot regardless of the fishermen and pelicans. Barry and I have made three trips to see it so far.

We had a BBQ yesterday. My friend Taunie came. We took her out to see the pink flamigo. She enjoyed visiting with others viewing the bird. The children enjoyed looking through the binoculars.

Our renters, Charles and Dana, are moving out in 30 days. They say the neighborhood is "uncomfortable." A cop on one side and a gang on the other... I don't blame them. We need to make a decision as to whether or not to sell it or rent it again.

Later....