Month: December 2015

Dear diary,

As predicted, I’m not able to complete my final scanning project of old film negatives and paper photos due to house chores, gardening, and elderly care.

While downstairs keeping the swollen Mutha Fucka companionship, I’ve been organizing any loose photos chronologically. Without my notes and Dad’s narrative on the back of each paper photo, I wouldn’t have a clue.

As of yesterday, I’ve done all I could and proceeded to scan those brown-colored, cardboard photos. But, lo and behold, I was freaking interrupted! Dad Squirrel came for lunch, which I cooked three eggs scrambled with chopped green onions and white mushrooms.

So yeah, I’m planning to discard the newest paper photos from Costco and any that are not from my binder of plastic film negatives.

Last week 20151209-1315, I called “San Jose Camera and Video” and inquired if they sold those “negative preservers”. OMG! They did! And while Dad was working to kill, err, severely prune the fruit trees, I hurried to buy 100 count (25 per pack) 35 millimeter binder sheets and one 25 pack for slides, too. I had to buy more because I ran outta my Amazon.com order of one-100 pack from the prior day!

So after buying the suckers with glee, I hurried home and stuff more of our film negatives on hand. I used up two-25 pack of negative preservers. After two days, my parents accompanied unto moi so I could return three of the five purchases. In total, I have almost exactly two-hundred sheets of film negatives, or seven slots per sheet, or 1,400 strips of films.

Anyway, I need the strength to complete this project prior to working full-time, sometime next year. I pray for less distraction from the home front. My time had been “wasted” doing driving and other yucky stuff. But it’s meant to keep me from sitting down the whole day, I guess.

With hisses,

Evil Kitty

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Watching LIVE CNN Republish Presidential service provider debate. First off, singer not great. Second, Cruz hand inside jacket. Third, Carly forced smile. Fourth, Christie worried. Overall, educational.

Once again, I’m kinda sorta still not interested to participate in the political arena.

Brain stopped here. See?

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I’m waiting inside the car for my parents to shop for food. They accompanied moi to the follow-up appointment. Thank goodness the Filipino nurses were there to process my Number.

Anyway, the travel went smoothly, although traffic built up around the SJC airport. I memorized the route but had Google map on my smartphone. The back roads helped.

I checked in around 1455 pm and in a few minutes and got an admission band around my wrist. I was called to be weighed at 168 fatness. My vitals were checked: 123/80, 90 BP. My temp wasn’t done but logged into the discharge paper. Huh.

Thank goodness the front, admittance clerk was a Filipino woman, who put that band around by wrist and was helping a black clerk to her left. The attending LVN nurse was Filipino, who used to work at the rapport building of Mom’s workplace long ago. The discharge nurse was a Filipino guy, who said to come back in one week if I can’t stand the pain.

Unfortunately, the South Asian Indian physician only saw me five minutes. She was loud and in a hurry. She seemed annoyed at mom after I said that I was walking the whole day. She said that I had no broken bones otherwise there would be swelling and pain. In fifteen minutes, I was outta the clinic. She said she’s give me a splint but never returned.

While waiting, mom and dad bought papaya from the umbrella stand of a Mexican seller directly outdoors of the “adult express clinic”.

We went to the nearby medical equipment and supply store and bought that ankle splint, which was a prescription order. As per the slow-speaking Hawaiian guy, we returned next Tuesday to ask the owner if she can order new rubber wheels to replace the shredded foam tires of the transport wheelchair. We managed to return the ankle splint, which we didn’t need and settled for the free stretchable ankle wrap. The clinic wrap had a harder Velcro closure, where the hospital wrap had a softer one.

Overall, if I can only afford a low monthly payment for healthcare insurance, I’d take that over Medi-Cal.

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1426. Dad and I finally came home. The crazy bitch living next door to us had her garage door opened, to reveal the maroon Dodge caravan parked on the right side, with the white Honda CRV parked behind in the right driveway. Last night we heard a single angry noise from the shared side fence.

Anyway, around 1351 pm, Dad walked home to fetch the duplicate Mazda key, because I accidentally dropped and locked the key inside the trunk. I was extracting the two five-gallon empty bottles for water refills and couldn’t feel the suckers through my Bosch leather gloves. After waiting twenty minutes for Dad to return, we had our late lunch. I washed and dried the dishes and took a quick shower.

I finally sat down to watch the foursome on stage for the republican debate in CNN with Wolf Blitzer.

Anyway, I’d like religion to disappear because humanz tend to believe blindly and that annoys unto moi.

1057. Yesterday, Megyn Kelly said “jump in the lake” in reference to my verbal rant of FBI search in lake. I haven’t been blogging for the past few days due to being busy with chores, gardening, and serving as “geriatric support specialist”. So I’m suspecting that the microphone of my smartphone is turned on “live” days prior to her broadcast, or that my thoughts are being processed at the time of the divers in the water. He!

Anyway, my old thought is in regards to Trump, serving as Lucifer’s henchman, who lights the fire through perceptive truth to awaken the sheeple and weed out the puppets.

20151208-1351. During Sunday mass, I was still sitting in the choir box, trying to bring up the music on both my electronic readers for the irresponsible Filipinos sitting to my right and left.

I got up irritability after Zen got up and stood first in line at the choir box, crying room section. I took communion from the Vietnamese mother, whose service as liturgy ministry is too loud and angry. But her English and diction is very good. Anyway, I saw that she wore a five layer pewter ring on her left thumb. That signifies demonic presence. He eyebrows, too, are down turned like Carly. I saw the psycho about to serve communion next to Father Peter but Thelma, the local politician, got the position.

20151206-0229. I was trolling the transparent California website for salaries and benefits of these public workers. I saved the text of my paternal auntie’s husband on my smartphone, in case Mom wants to inform the other auntie of how allegedly well-paid humanz can squander their hard work and go into debt. Mom was especially pissed that the husband’s wife was borrowing money.

20151203-1827. Mom said there was a black sedan car parked in front of our home and that someone was sitting inside the car. Mom and Dad opened the garage and came out to stare at the driver. She said the CA license plate number was tea he oh pea 302.

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