20150115-1451. Mom’s doctor left a message on my cellphone. This was the third follow-up on my hotline. It was because Mom told Cindra that he sucks. She really used that word. But Mom asked their office administrator first if she’s was related to him.
There was a technically on January third, the day after the surgery and the follow-up appointment. And probably because it was my sleepy misunderstanding and for the fact because he didn’t want to come in on a New Year holiday, he was pissed.
But on Tuesday, the second follow-up appointment, Mom made the doctor cry. He was told too relax. He said he will listen to Mom and share her wisdom with his wife.
20150116-1000. I received an email from my attorney about the neighbor dispute and I’ve yet to update him on the ongoing status and possibly filing and R.O. against Loca Lolita. Do NOT doubt me.
20150116-1824. This morning Loca Lolita comes out to wipe down the dewy windows of the renter’s light, blue colored car. After I hosed my car from a hiding position and took off in front of her driveway, Loca Lolita looks into my direction. I barely revved up my stupid slow engine and flashed my brake lights to the driver behind me.
Yesterday at 0650, I saw the daughter throw water on her white car. The garage lights were out. I called home.
The day before and upon entering my car, the garage door opens and Loca Lolita comes out in pajamas, checks the passenger door of maroon van parked inside the left garage, and looks in my direction, pretending to stretch.
I called home to report the incident and Dad answered. Later my parents observed the crazy fucker pretending to check Virgil’s dark-blue Honda Accord. They said it was as if she was wondering why my parents aren’t leaving before eight in the morning.
20150115-1443. I received a text message from Carl, who sent to two recipients, who are Bert and Fe. He was asking if we are able to help sponsor a bunch of youths from other parishes for bus tickets. The sender claimed that their usual sponsors didn’t renew their commitment. Gee, I wonder why?
I shared that text message with my family, who fumed! Das Squirrel rationalized knowingly that’s like asking strangers for gas money! He further added that their damn parents are supposed to pay for their bus tickets.
The same rational applies to the parish asking the congregation to pay for student tuition. That’s stupid. If the parents cannot afford this school, they can send their free-loading kids to the public schools.
My parents knew it was totally wrong for these faithful worshipers to ask for handouts. They and I know our religion, these people, and their scams are corrupt.
I didn’t reply to that stupid/crazy text message.
20150115-1225. Towards the end of my lunch walk, I spotted a long, gray-colored truck take off from its parked position at the cul-de-sac. I sensed it was a government spy because of its one black radar atop and another weird thingy on the roof.
20150110-0937. Took the south gate and then saw/heard emergency vehicles, one fire engine and smaller medic car cross our path from left to right at intersection. We were headed to the Commissary.
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