Home Alone @ MindSay

so i went over to chris' house last night.

no one was home.

we did some things that i didnt think we would. But no, we did not go all the way. Im pretty sure we would have...had we had protection. Yes, he is a smart/responsible boy. lol

I was in total shock afterwards to be honest. I never thought we would do that kind of stuff. He was acctualy the 1 to intiate it. He's the virgin (& im not) and hes the one trying stuff. wow.

He felt really bad about it later though. poor thing thought he'd scared me.

ha we got intruptted by my sister. yea her and mom came to pick me up and she had to ring the doorbell like 4 times before we heard it.

 

today me and stef went to her brothers hockey game. they won.

we went back to her house.

pete and chris came over.

we went to CONEY ISLAND, literaly the best restraunt on this side of town (well atleast for true thunder bay (westfort) citizens).

 

its been a good weekend thus far. How hass yours been?

Miller

and I'm feeling no pain.

I'm home alone.

Dave has gone down river to visit my friendly neighborhood drug store .... mom is at a senior women's group get together at the restaurant I once worked at .... and me ....

Home alone and feeling no pain .... wait I said that already.  No food all day .... five beers ... yeah, feeling no pain.

I'm feeling the need to ramble on ..... not sure about what ..... but I need to ramble .....

I've seen my husband cry in the last few weeks .... not like since his father died has it been like this .... his friend with Alzheimer's is getting worse by the day.  Today was heartbreaking to see his reaction to a visit earlier in the day.  He's lived through so much of this already.  It just doesn't seem fair.  John's family is depending on Dave so much.  Not only to give them breaks but to just spend time with John as needed .... which is almost everyday.  I am filled with pride yet overwhelming grief ...... I hate to see Dave reminded daily of what it was like to watch his father die. 

Lola is sick.  She is maybe doing a bit better but sick just the same.  She will have surgery on the 27th to have a lump removed from her tail.  She has survived cancer before with all but two teets removed ..... and I'm afraid that we may be doing battle again.  But the biopsy will let us know for sure.

I've been dying to get to the claim .... I need some time at the river .... I really really do.  Its the only place I can truly come to terms with my life and think about how to proceed with it.  My fathers presence is there and I know he will help me.  He has before.

I believe in ghosts .... spirits .... the afterlife.  I've too many experiences not to.  Guess I felt the need to throw that out there.  Why?  Who the fuck knows .....

I'm tired and am ready to close out another wasted day.  Am I really as shit worthless as I think I am ..... for real?  Give me strength .....

Not quite sure what would happen if I didn't have this outlet.  Thank you Mindsay.

Enough drunken ramble .... I really could just go on about shit (and I do mean shit)  forever. And probably scare what friends I do have here away.  So maybe I'll quit while ahead.  And just one more thing ... THANK GOD FOR SPELL CHECK.

Peace.  J.

Mom left at 6:00 a.m. for Omaha. 



Home alone for three weeks.  YAY ......

First thing I'm going to do?  Crank the music boys and girls ..... crank the music! 

Serious sprummer cleaning (sprummer = spring & summer) gonna happen and I get to rock and roll ..... makes cleaning so much more fun.

Fires burning north, south and west of us .... making for some occasional smoke rolling through .... depending on the wind.  We saw the plume of a rather large fire this morning coming back from the Medford airport.  Tis the season .....

Geocaching tomorrow and I'm looking forward to having the chance to get my mind seriously distracted.  Need to sit and figure which way to go .... east would be a good one .... no fires, but more than likely smoke no matter which way we decide to venture.

We are now officially eating the gardens bounty now.  Broccoli, zucchini, yellow squash, grape tomatoes, kale, basil .... all going crazy.  And lucky for you all I'll probably start with the garden pic's soon.  We have been eating fresh raspberries for a week now ..... the berry buses are loaded .... it's so nice to just walk out and pick a handful.

In case your asking yourself .... is she feeling a bit better today?  Yes, having mom gone is a major plus right now with everything else going on.  Her departure could not of happened at a more appropriate time for sure.  I feel three times more relaxed. ****heavy sigh****

So for now .... I'm off to rock ..... and dance and rock some more. 

Have a happy Saturday all .... and a safe one too.

Peace.  J.

Suggested Tags for this entry:  spring cleaning, eating humans fresh, crank, crank calls ..... I'd just like to clarify something at this time ..... when on crank, I hate, really really hate, eating stale humans ..... nothing worse.

It was VERY early and I had almost arrived at the address before it was late enough to find a Starbucks open. I stopped long enough to get a Venti and fill up my small thermos. You always wonder what the crime scene will be like, how disrupted, what you will find. Some of my most "creative" work has been with crime scenes and sometimes, like today, it was exactly what I would do if you called me to change the keys in your home.

 

I was asked to change the keys, disengage the garage door opener, secure the patio door and windows, check the deadbolts and that was it. About 2 hours work  . . . equivalent to how long the coffee would probably last . . . or maybe not. I took a look around at the locks and it was nothing extraordinary . . . good quality locks, in and out. The coroner would seal the premises when I turned the keys over and installed the lock box.

 

The home was fully restored . . a refurbished neighborhood where each home had had careful restoration and maintenance. As you drove through the streets, if it were not for the current late model cars sitting in driveways and on the street it would look as it did when it was newly built probably just after World War II. You got the impression that the area was safe . . . the kind of place you can see yourself living in for a long time and lots of memories in the making . . .

 

It looked as though someone had just stepped out and I was changing the keys like I do all the time. Hearing someone in the kitchen, out of eyesight, or in the garage, somewhere around the house . . . as I worked. Nothing out of the ordinary from any home I'm in.  There was an eight foot high block wall enclosing a large patio. An arbor supported bougainvillea vines and the fuschia colored leaves were fading from the weather and new ones were starting to gather, pots with bulbs in them most likely . . . attention to detail, someones impression of how they wanted it just so . . . was everywhere. As I secured the patio door, the tape was being stretched outside.

 

The living room was adjacent to the kitchen/dining room, the larger room separated only by a partial wall by the main area of the kitchen. If you were the cook you could prepare and talk to someone sitting in the living room, propped up and not helping, and anyone lounging at the dining table.

 

The house was all in order, no clothes lying around . . . so it must not be a single guy who lived there. It made me look  . . . and sure enough, there was a scented candle. There was too much activity in the house, people in and out, for any scent to remain. But it was easy to imagine when you looked at the fireplace and the ashes and a couple of framed photos on the mantel, the duvet and pillows and thick curtains shutting everything out. It was the place you walked into from "work" and pulled the door behind you and successfully shut out the world. It was also the place that you could lock yourself into for a "weekend away" with someone special and people would drive by unable to tell anyone was home.

 

Her laptop with new "Tax" software being installed and folders probably containing records, statements and account information was set out, a few records open where she was just sitting entering and verifying the information. Wondering if there were going to be a refund . . . There was an empty cup and saucer sitting adjacent to the computer and the screen saver running with colorful floating curves. I'm jaded to look around for signs of a disruption, like you see in the movies. Not in this case. Take away the people in and out and it would be easy to come in, have tea and check the refrigerator for a snack . . . and deal with the IRS a bit at a time. That's exactly what you would imagine looking around right now.

 

Right now, time was standing still.

 

The investigation begun Christmas Eve when co-workers called and didn't get through, friends then called and there was no answer even on the cell phone. A good friend and her employer got into her file and found "In Case of Emergency Call". No, they hadn't seen her . . . 

 

Her body was found two days later, but not her car. Cause of death had not been released yet and upon identifying the body, her home was entered and this is how they found it. She seemed to have just stepped out. But without her coat and her purse or her phone. Did she answer the door? Did she . . . what? Until they knew more, until they could find something to go on . . .

 

G.

P.S "It was the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring . . . "

Well ... here I sit on pins and needles waiting ... there is so much I need to do if Dave leaves in the next few hours. Not sure how long he will have to be gone. This just fucking sucks.

Stashmo's appointment at the vet was on Friday. I really do love our vet. He is gentle and kind to all animals. Does not favor cats over dogs or dogs over cats. He is mainly a large animal doctor but in this rural area he has no choice but to accomdate all. He ran a blood sugar and said that we needed to increase his insulin. And that was not a good thing .... it should be going the other way around. So we have increased the insulin and will take him back in two weeks. He has gained 1/2 lb. and that is good. We are hoping the insulin increase helps but so far I see no change.

Mom leaves for yet another outting tomorrow. Not sure where she is headed this time but need to find out. She has been a girl on the go the last couple weeks. She's having lunch at the Senior Center now. Another couple days alone .... getting spoiled.

We've decided to have the yard sale one more weekend. At least Saturday. So that should be hella fun ... oh yeah.

I've taken a few minutes today to reflect on where I was when I heard the horrid news .... and to also remember those who lost their lives and those who survived. It's a sad day ... but one that should not be forgotten. It will be easier to think about every year .... the pain will be a little less .... for some, but for others that day will be with them forever  - as fresh as ever. Let's not forget them.