Here are my boring notes:
2217. While trying to depressurize my brain by lying in bed, I recall what the Shillster said: “I don’t know you.” The first paternal cousins had finished taking a “professional” group photo and we all went our separate ways. I thought we would go shopping together afterwards but that is what she said. So if my cousins happen to be reading this, you will hear the familiar sound of how “they” really do NOT know us because they choose to ignore us after misconstruing our message of NOT wanting to get too involved with drama, and of NOT being entirely cut off from be relatives. See how stupid these people are? That incident was when little Janet (now a giant) was still wearing a dress in the photo.
2036. We were watching an episode on the H2 on Ancient Aliens and how the Freemasons are fully aware of ALIEN presence (as if I don’t “know” anything). The symbols presented were of course “33”, the amount of years Maw had worked in her nursing career. We went on further to suggest that most “gifted” people like Maw and her boy may be related to these “fraternities”. Anyway, she said: “When you have the gift, you are NOT supposed to abuse/overuse it.” Enough said.
1910. Was listening to our favorite Music Choice channel – Classic Country and heard over dinner Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson singing “Good Hearted Woman”. I liked the double meaning of “good timing man” — someone who likes to have a good time but whose infidelity is like a “two timing man”.
Told Maw several times that when you hear the country singers hold their notes in a peculiar sound of “sheep” making a “bahing” noise, they are more likely to have NA Indian traits, like Dolly Parton, old Willie Nelson and Charlie Pride, who really looks “black”. Oh yeah, some look “white” but you can hear that singing vibration in their throats as my personal indicator of their “ancestry”.
So if the Muslims say “Death to America” – are they referring to the infiltration of colonialism upon the native territories or the improvement of mismanaged lands by the Mexicans? Let me know and I’ll keep my thoughts flowing. (1242 AM 09/30/2012).
1844. I received a triangular-shaped host from Father Mike, who gave Maw and Paw also pieces from the main “host”. He sermonized about a mother who drove off with grocery that the daughter helped shop lift. The daughter was held in jail for one week until the mother was discovered going up to Wyoming. Sunday’s gospel was about causing others to sin, which is really bad, like what the fat bastard is capable of doing to many others than me.
He sermonized how he gathered a bunch of drunken Marines from a local Irish tavern in ITALY and walked them over ten yards to see an old Coptic cathedral, which looked rather plain on the outside but beautiful on the inside.
He also made a point that parents are the primary teachers of children, who learn right from wrong and good from bad and how to have faith in God. He mentioned that those who stray away from faith are distracted with recreational sports and other leisurely activities to include the internet, Fuckedbook and too much television, too.
I imagined that perhaps the parents failed to instill a strong faith in God because their son fails to attend weekly/daily mass, a obligation to his spirituality and also a connection with his OLD family. However, those who are nutters don’t know the difference between the correct path from the wrong way of living. This is a fact.
1828. At 1826, we arrived home from this evening mass of uncoordinated, young singers who were singing TOO loud into the microphone that I had to turn down my hearing aids to the lowest setting. Our choir used to be adults only. Now we think the children of the Couples for Christ are taking over. We really don’t have much choice since professional performers want money.
1738. While still suffering from the evening choir’s futile attempt to make us more spiritual, I showed Maw my text message and told her that the tone of the this evening’s music sounded more like Chinese and those smooth flow of nature.
We are sensing that Father Mike is NOT happy to be our pastor and was forced to take up this order. I can’t blame him if he is over-run by “boat people”. After all, he speaks/says mass in fluent Spanish. So I do NOT understand why the stupid Bishop of our area doesn’t do a better job in finding better “homes” for happier “priests”.
Priests like Father Noel should be defrocked. He continues to fight with the community and has a VERY angry disposition. But no one will listen to me/us and will continue to embarrass themselves in light of this/these “truth/s”. Let the people suffer then for all I care. Religions is a scam/sham anyway. Bah!
1617. Two days ago and during my remaining ten minute lunch break before 1230PM, I was walking around the private parking lot, which is under video surveillance. Twice, I sneezed at what appeared to be a tall sycamore tree, of which Maw is allergic. The winds blew enough of whatever chemicals were in the air, too.
1616. Three days ago, I met Maggie and another Filipina, who welcomed me and who recognized/waved at me during the second lunch walk.
1413. At 1412 and for whatever reason, I noticed a white four-door sedan, possibly a Honda slowing down in front of our home and making a three-point/U-turn back towards the RUE. The stupid “white” woman was wearing a being shawl and matching floppy hat. A red sign board with black permanent marker showed “GARAGE SALE” and the left arrow pointed towards the RUE. At the same time, I noticed the same white sedan parked a few feet in front of the eucalyptus tree next to the Chinese living in front of us. (There are more unfamiliar white vehicles parked along MY long stretch of road).
Anyway, on the day of the 09/16 fluorescent signboard, there were three to four other “garage sales” going on that same day/later that evening. Whenever I see “garage sale” signs posted on our public street light pole, like the red sign board on one of MY railroad intersection above the missing Sierra LaMar page (f-cking idiots – get over the damn loss – f-cking government trolls – remove the sign and clean up the damn clear tape – die morons – no fund to clean up this over-polluted/over-populated town!) I was thinking that the Jehovah Witnesses are getting rid of their junk for the upcoming December 2012 end-time scenario. Whatever.
1347. During/after lunch, Paw mentioned something about wild mushrooms being called Rabbit Ear Mushrooms. He must have been talking in “codes” like “Alice in Wonderland” or that his old town called such food that weird name. We were talking about adding black forest mushrooms and/or fungi to the god-awful, chicken teriyaki from the 99 Ranch Market.
1158. Maw got out from her sewing machine room and looked at me with straight consternation. She said: “I hope I’m wrong but I think Junior is drinking. That’s why he always sound incoherent over the phone.” You got that right, Maw. Thanks to undue influence of Shillster and her drinking buddies of pseudo-in-laws, meaning she’s just living with the jerk.
0924. Maw complained that poor people complain that they don’t have a house and cannot afford to buy a house. Instead of working hard and saving money, they party and show-off. Then when they need money, they ask money from those who have no money. Ironic, eh? Sounds familiar, eh?
0849. Assembled the parakeets new toys, which I bought yesterday — a purple “Sunflower Mirror with Bell”; a “Mirror with Beads and Cup” and “7 Set Wooden Ladder” — all from Petco. WinnieTot played on the ladder from the old black cage. After I took four hours (1100-1400) to clean/store the old cage, I transferred the parakeets to their new/bigger cage (from the garage, of course). Winnie liked her swing again. Melly like his new wooden branch. Bull was sleepy from the stress and being overweight. Buddy scratched on Yeyo’s yellow cup holding her favorite oat groats. And Yeyo seemed okay.
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