I got home to the following message on my machine:
"Hello, we're calling from the Senior Independence Center, I'm your mother's case worker. I think you should know that your mother didn't answer her door for the meals on wheels today. She didn't cancel either, and she's never not answered the door. She didn't answer her phone when we called. We're worried for her." or course, by the time I got the message their offices were closed for the weekend. I left a message though, explaining they got the wrong person. But omg, it's a friday too. So I'm just thinking of some old lady fallen and not getting up in an apt. somewhere in NYC. All alone, without her meals on wheels.
got into my house again. My hand is swollen so much hurts to use the mouse. So I woke up at 3 am or so because of the bites, sprayed repellent all over me,
then woke up cause they moved to the scalp to feast. So bombed my house before leaving for work, but the minute the AC goes on they'll fly in again. I repeat - damn mosquitoes and damn my allergy to their anticoagulant!
and the cookie tastes awesome.
(thermapads- those things you buy where they heat up when they touch air and you place them on sore muscles- also really great for warming up a cookie) And it's a molasses cookie.
My best friend and I last night finally told each other what happened after we hung up the phone on 9-11.
She worked near the site, I around Grand Central. We were on the phone as sirens blared, as the planes hit, as people jumped. My senior partners had CNN on, so I was filling her in on everything. I never had a scarier moment than when we had to hang up as she was evacuated and I realized I could likely never speak to her again. And it took us seven years to finally tell our sides of the journey home.
"HOUSTON (Reuters) - A Texas school district will let teachers bring guns to class this fall, the district's superintendent said on Friday, in what experts said appeared to be a first in the United States.
The board of the small rural Harrold Independent School District unanimously approved the plan and parents have not objected, said the district's superintendent, David Thweatt. School experts backed Thweatt's claim that Harrold, a system of about 110 students 150 miles northwest of Fort Worth, may be the first to let teachers bring guns to the classroom. Thweatt said it is a matter of safety. "We have a lock-down situation, we have cameras, but the question we had to answer is, 'What if somebody gets in? What are we going to do?" he said. "It's just common sense." Teachers who wish to bring guns will have to be certified to carry a concealed handgun in Texas and get crisis training and permission from school officials, he said. Recent school shootings in the United States have prompted some calls for school officials to allow students and teachers to carry legally concealed weapons into classrooms. The U.S. Congress once barred guns at schools nationwide, but the U.S. Supreme Court struck the law down, although state and local communities could adopt their own laws. Texas bars guns at schools without the school's permission. (Reporting by Jim Forsyth in San Antonio; writing by Bruce Nichols in Houston, editing by Vicki Allen) " Uhm. No. Just, No.
I was reading this week, and the bio of the author said he worked, basically with my boss.
So I asked her today if she knew him. She said he was a wonderful man but died from a bad illness, horrible sickness, and she got kind of melancholy. The thing is, the quote that stuck with me from the story, and was the first in his bio at his publishers is: "A Good Death, that's what everyone wants." It's ironic/sad that he didn't get it.
For teh past two hours my tiny back street has been bumper to bumper beeping and honking horns.
Why? I know we had a bad storm, but it's becoming concerning now. NO ONE drives down my street generally
Our bosses decided today is a lunch day, as in, rather than me being able to take my nice walk down by the water, watching the ducks and homeless battle over the dried bread I toss for them, we're all going to a restaurant that goes on the corporate card.
The thing is, I've gotten no sleep. And when that happens it's hard to hide the hatred. (well, not hatred, just general ughness at being around people that extra hour today) IDK, give me things to think about that'll get me through it all. Or, whatever. Think it's okay to be the only one who doesn't go? Can someone find an exotic one hour illness I can claim? Anyone else hate company meals? At least I was out for the picnic.
IS today Saturday? Most people are in around 8:30am.
These just made their way to me. Am I the only one to whom they are new (or slightly disturbing?)
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I do here and now, and forever, renounce the world with all its sinful pleasures, companionships, treasures, and objects, and declare my full determination boldly to show myself a soldier of Jesus Christ in all places and companies no matter what I may have to suffer, or lose, by doing so. 1st Article of War*
That was easy for me to sign as a child. My mothers moods oscillated from suffocating crying declarations of love to her children and her tales of saving us from the harshness of our former life, of our father, to screaming patches where she would throw hammers through televisions, dishes on the floor, or, in one case, my kitten off the balcony. I did not see myself as a living entity, I saw myself as an object of my mothers that would one day be thrown against the wall as I did with my dolls when frustration and futility set in. I did what I was supposed to, that was my life. Every Wednesday was Sunbeams class, and then there was band practice and choir. I played the coronet and went to the nursing homes at Christmas with the other soldiers of God. I stood outside in cold weather and sang at the kettles that dotted the landscape. The big army van took us from kettle to kettle Sundays after church. I do here and now declare that I will abstain from the use of all intoxicating liquor, from the use of tobacco in any form, and from the non medical use of all addictive drugs. 2nd Article of War. This one I adhere to strictly. It has stayed with me while all other religious training feels to have fled. In fact, I abstained from most medical drugs thinking it would taint my mind. It took me a long time after I was first prescribed Ambien to take it, and even now Im afraid to take it more than two nights in a row despite the eruptions inside or the nightmares that escape and have me throwing myself into the wall at night. There are times I have to cut my nails down to the point of bleeding because I claw myself in my sleep trying to get inside, to rip myself open and get at the demons burning me from the stomach out. The Articles of War are clear and concise. 3rd I will abstain from the use of all low or profane language, from the taking of the name of God in vain, 4th I will not allow myself in any falsehood, deceit, misrepresentation, or dishonesty, 5th I will not treat anyone in an oppressive, cruel, or cowardly manner, 6th I will spend all time, strength, money, and influence I can in supporting and carrying out this war, 7th I will obey the lawful orders of my officers, 8th I enter into this understanding. . .of my own free will. At nine I knew the words but not the meaning. I knew of my idea of God, the picture of Jesus outstretched as the children come to him. He was a group hug. My old blog STP Me! Thank you golden spatula for my lovely dragon! 
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