Month: April 2016

1.

Yeah, so Thursday yesterday was weird. I couldn’t sleep well because Mom was snoring too loudly from the higher CPAP pressure. I awoke several times to use the toilet. The first session was around 0230, and then three or more times every hour until i awoke around 0730. I had to wake her each time with my baby pillow – WHACK!

Mom’s higher CPAP pressure at ten was too strong for her. So we called the doctor for adjustment after breakfast, waited for the return call which was returned after eating lunch at home, and then Dad and I hurriedly brought her smart chip for the lower adjustment at seven, so that she can sleep at night.

2.

Dad and I brought his MB E430 to a local car wash cleaner for $21.95, because the cheapest or basic for $17.95 didn’t clean the wheels, which had black brake fluid all over. Mom wanted it clean after they came home from their eleven o’clock dental appointment.

3.

I stayed home to scan and archive over 1,000 individual letter-sized papers. I didn’t think of shedding until after 1500 and was delayed due to the scanner AND shredder were overheating! So i deigned to alternate between both machines and didn’t finish until after 1720 at night. After triggering my project completion with a quick vacuum of dusty paper, Dad was kind enough to come upstairs and haul ONE Hefty bag the size of an overstuffed husky child.

4.

After over ten years of silence, my paternal cousin Shill sent me a text message at 1633. While my parents and I prayed our usual mid-afternoon rosary of three chaplets, I replied to her text message at 1644. I had to sync with a double digit number, my number. At 1717, she called our landline with her landline. I answered and handed the phone to Mom so that her mother can exchange a few positive words overt the speaker phone.

Based on my spider “sense”, the Chingster is still not ready to meet humanz, especially Mom and us. This Friday morning, I expressed to Mom that she’s too ashamed for others to see her chemo baldness, an incoming thought that I received upon awakening around 0700 per Mom’s reminder that she has a doctor’s appointment!

I also expressed to Mom that the Chingster still had a very HARD ego, which won’t let up and which wasn’t compatible with the emotional sensitivities of her first husband Virgil, an artist (he tiled my pink bathroom), a musician (he played the guitar). I suggested to Mom that the Chingster may have been giggling due to the painkillers, namely morphine.

My spider “sense” further indicated that my cousin Shill is still a bitch with this second call. My feeling was the same with the first call a few days earlier: I expressed my feedback to Mom over breakfast this morning. And she said that’s because Shill grew up around her patents fighting. Huh.

I “sensed” also that Shill’s “tone” was “rehearsed”, almost cautious and probably outta consideration that our mothers are elderly but with one exception – that the Chingster has been harboring animosity, even to her sisters. My incoming thought was that her ‘cancer’ is like a horrible, terrible allergic reaction in which the body attacks itself and thusly the proteins has been triggering the emotions and incapacitates the mental functioning of the Chingster.

5.

As for Wednesday, we awoke, had breakfast, and went to Mom’s sleeping doctor. But we forgot the smartchip. So in between the incoming call from Das Squirrel, who was stranded due to his broken black 2001 Ford Mustang GT, and talking with Felix, the Filipino engineer who can tweak automobiles with Bluetooth, Wi-Fi, speakers, and television monitors in the head rests and front console, I traveled twenty minutes to retrieve Mom’s CPAP smartchip.

Then we bought and dropped-off lunch of Carl’s Jr and grocery to Das Squirrel at his work around noontime, of which we managed to attend mass.

Fin.

29160425-1215. Father Michael sermonized about and included the Coptic Christians in Egypt in his Prayer of the Faithful. He mentioned how Syria was destroyed.

On a side note, harsh military and other war regimes don’t seem to make sense in this modern Era. I’m wondering why Putin, Assad, and pals are still in cahoots with making deals that still put humanz in the front line of fighting. I’m not understanding why there is still the need for petrol and other energy scam or scheme that involve many players.

After noontime mass, we heard today’s discussion on our local radio station 560 AM KGO by Michael Savage with a health fitness woman who dug up political stuff, in which politicians are involved including Mexico, I think. Mom fears for her life, too.

But I “know” stuff has to be done outta “fear”, which is a word used to control the players, in my opinion.

20160426-0044. With that said, Mom is praying for those who cheated me outta my hard work and is praying for them to return my money that is due to me. In the mighty name of Jesus Christ. Amen. Once again, I may be easy and nice, but bad things do happen to those who don’t pursue to correct and corrective paths. Thank y’all.