Here are my boring notes of boring events in my boring life via the “Memo” app of my smart/cellphone.
Happy May-Day! (Or “m’aidez-moi” en Francais for “help me” in English.)
2021. Had a thought about: “Father, if you must let them die, do it quickly now, unless/lest I cry.”
1909. While praying the rosary, I noticed Paw wiping his face up and down with his left hand. Further, it’s annoying that reptilians would smell like “sweaty sulfur” or something close to “garlic”. A few months ago, the dental hygienist thought his smell might be due to his medication and she didn’t find any leaking fillings inside his mouth. I still believe he is NOT quite human or maybe an android/clone of my real Paw. His bad attitude has really gotten worse. I complained to Maw about his odor but she keeps denying it and continues her disinformation really well, starting with taking videos around cops as being illegal since yesterday.
1621. Watching a YouTube video about “Mk Ultra Barbie Luciferian Masonry…mkbutterfly71 WE NEED YOU” and had a thought about mittens and his involvement with the “Special Olympics”. At the 5:17/7:46 mark of this video, I see the word “Olympians” for the Illuminati’s Council of 13. Wow. Maybe, it’s not four more years after all!
1615. Watching a YouTube video and recall a dream of a MASSIVE, grayish/whitish STONE wall behind me from left to right. At the 1:21/7:46 mark of the video, I see that “MK survivors have dream of stone WALLS, especially if the programmer was a MASON, which are connected to stones.” Bahaha!
1610. Paw finished vacuuming and polishing the wooden floors downstairs with Maw playing the foreman as usual.
1515. Finished vacuuming the interior of my car and “reactivating” my K&N Filter. Called the local auto detailer off Coleman for an appointment tomorrow morning for “the works”. Hopefully the pock marks won’t show up on the paint job to my old car from the steam cleaning.
1233. A phone call was made to the irritated Ameri-Asian girl who verified that I should pay the extra $9 to cover the retest. I’m not going back to that smog check located off Commerical Street! Those people are rude! The kid who did the final test whacked his head with his hand and said: “Oh! No!” I have a feeling these Gooks are on drugs or something. They held me hostage for ten minutes from 1220 to 1235 because their computer was too slow to transmit the passing score to DMV. This was the third visit/inconvenience.
Yesterday, the boss “David” told me (honestly) to run the engine for 30 minutes. His worker told/joked with him to run my car 20 minutes. He noticed that two preliminary read-outs indicated that the “Catalytic Converter” and “Evaporation System” were “NOT COMPLETE”. And today the other kid told me that the computer didn’t have enough juice to power the read-outs yesterday. That as the second time I brought vehicle for a smog check.
On 04/28/2012, I already mention that I failed the smog check. Instead of telling the customer honestly that they couldn’t do a smog check because of the check engine light, I expect the State of California to take a look at their “practice” of doing business. The price was too much by the way, compared to other places.
1115. We finished visiting Rachel in the Sunnyvale health care facility, which provides both short and long care for residents. Rachel was being bathed and changed of tall, heavily-build women just as we were about to visit. Janice B. was kind enough to talk with us and lead us to wait in the room where other nurses were doing their paper work.
Maw cried. Paw sounded teary-eyed. I had some tears fall into my throat. Had Caroline did the merciful thing for her own mother on the same day of the massive heart attack brought about by high glucose reading of over 400 , the current vegetable would NOT have to suffer contracted muscles, which will NEVER get better unless some miracle happens to the faithful one.
Actually, she is still cognitive and can pronounce words with her moving lips and not above a whisper. She could wiggle her upper torso, barely life up her right leg and move both her right hand near her mouth. But she will NEVER fully recover. Since I was tone deaf most of my life, I could read her lips: Fely, I want to go home, I love you, God bless.
Paw barely made her laugh and Maw was very positive and calling her beautiful, would sleep next to her to keep her company, would travel by wheelchair to her house nearby if she ever got to go home, and actually “exercised/tested” to see how far her hands/arms would move. Her wrists are still flexible but from above and below the wrists are hopeless.
So you see folks, mercy killing is necessary. Don’t let your emotions get to you. If you feel that you want your love ones to suffer indignity as a friggin vegetable while you have your fun with your inheritance money, good luck.
0950-1030. We traveled southbound HWY 101 to northbound CA-85 to put back juice into my computer/generator. It was a nice steady ride and not quite so traffic. Our first stop was the nursing home to visit a parishioner and then the next stop was to drop off a prescription renewal request with a lung doctor.
0830. Miss Poi gave us directions to the place where Rachel is temporarily nursed at a home. She gave us a pathetic photo of us at the Sedar dinner. Later Maw got mad at me for not printing out and sharing photos of the events we attended. I really don’t care. And she wanted to get her own camera. Fine.
0501. I awoke to urinate and had a thought about Senator Sing, Sang, Sung! Hahaha! Those are verbs to describe something singing but they look like Asian names!
0034. Had a lucid dream about a little black boy comting through the front door, our front door while I was coming from the sewing room. His mother was to his left side.
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