Mom called today and said she was shaking – that is usually how we start a conversation, so I said, cause why? – the narcotics cabinet at the nursing home had been broken into and about 600 or 6000 (I can’t remember the amount) of narcotics were stolen. It was ripped from the wall she said. So they arrested the night security guard. Why? I asked. Because he has a tool box and you need…
I’d like to kill that guy who gave me a full caf this morning instead of decaf! Boing .. Boing .. Boing .. Boing .. Boing .. Boing .. Boing
Mr. Walter used to detail and clean cars in the neighborhood. No one has seen him since Katrina. Today, serendipitously I met Woody – meet the new Mr. Walter, only many years younger. He has a mobile detailing company.
I broke down and borrowed from my retirement to finish the LaLa – in some way, relief. It’s all part of the same pie anyway. I just need some sleep.
I woke this morning after a restless night’s sleep – I flip flopped all over the bed, head towards the feet, feet towards the side – couldn’t find any rest. I walked the Bean and the weather was beautiful, a hint of humidity but a nice breeze blowing. I stopped on the other side of the bayou and looked back at the LaLa – it’s coming along, but last night I thought I was going…
G finally called me back. She was indeed messing around with that cemetery Chihuahua and got the bitch to come to her. Meanwhile her entire closet fell down and she had spent the other part of the day trying to put it back together again. L called for a bike ride but I was knee deep in laundry and lists for all the work that lies ahead. As I told him September is like coming…
I walked over to N’s to bring her a key to my house and the Can, and to give her a pink Spalding ball so she can do the same therapy on her hand that I am doing. Apparently she fell apart in similar ways a year before me – the tennis elbow, the tendons stretched in her foot – god, give her hot flashes, and we could be identical twins. The Snake was in…
I guess in some ways Blogs are the new scrapbooks – if you look at how E uses his with his photos and collection of hyperlinks. I’m trying to get my house in order today (read: me) and so I’m tuning out the outside world and tuning in. I was taping some stuff into my scrap book that I have half ass kept up with for 15 years. I stumbled across an interview with Jane…
Arlene’s tail is now looking like a rat tail – it’s a bloody hairless mess – I went to Walgreens and got the Sulfadene to fix it. But I wonder why Arlene always has to be a manifestation of me not paying attention to my life. Can’t my chaos stay contained and not spill over to her little life, or anyone else’s life for that matter. It’s all about containment. Or is it? I hate…