20160514-1153. After morning mass, buying grocery at DeCA and chow mein and fried rice at King Eggroll, and eating breakfast, the crazy bitch living next door to us scream at the top of her lungs FUCK YOU!
I took my car, reversed from the left driveway, and headed eastbound on MY drive when the incident happened. Dad was sitting in the front passenger seat with the window rolled down and that’s when she had her crazy episode. But both of us ignored her.
Belinda, the daughter, hurried from the passenger side of the parked maroon Dodge caravan on the left driveway, around the back of the van, and up to the mother who drove the van, and barely squeaked: No, Mom! Once again, the daughter is higher functioning and barely above the IQ level of her autistic cousin. So I have to learn to understand the disability of the whole family.
20160512-1630. Dad was pulling weed growing through the ginger rocks out front, especially near the shared chainlink fence by Montgomery Ward, where the crazy bitch living next door to us had her episode. She scared Dad by stating that she called the SJPD. He ran inside and handed me the old orange incident card dated 09-22-2015. I don’t understand why he did that, other than the bitch is harassing and verbally abusing the elderly. I wonder why our county mediator and pals are NOT supervising her public activities. Hmm. Legality?
Yeah, so that’s what happened. Their conditions are permanent and the harassment is gonna be ongoing unless she goes away – far away.
20160513-1530. I had an incoming thought regarding Trump’s phone controversial phone call. In addition to videos and audios, I’ll need signed affidavits as alleged ‘proof’. Behehehe! I’ve not been blogging or watching politics, since Trump became presumptive nominee of that GOP. It’s boring.
From what I gather with Obama’s recent transgender agenda upon the affected schools and its loosing their precious funds, I foresaw this latest move by the POTUS as yet another opportunity to open up new segregated schools, especially charter schools for different groups. You know, one for musicians, Buddhists, and such.
20130513-1519. I had an incoming thought regarding Lucifer, Satan, and pals. In order to release the insufferable likes of Prometheus from bondage, y’all have to deny his wishes of destructions, knowing that we are all bound by the laws of God.
20160513-1517. I had an incoming thought regarding those victimized by fraud, waste, and abuse. By legislating wishes by Lucifer, Satan, and pals, y’all are gonna get it back in some weird reversed karmic technique.
20160513-1448. As usual after noontime mass, we’d listen to our local radio station 560 AM KSFO with Michael Savage, who is the official spokeperson for MyPillow.com. Just use the promotional code SAVAGE to get a second pillow for free. I’m tempted!
20160513-1430. After waiting 30 minutes for the doctor to handwrite the diagnostic coding for Mom’s chemo medication, I didn’t realize that I could have left the stupid piece of paper at the doctor’s office. The first clerk said that
20160510-1930. Mom had a feeling that my paternal uncle Virgil will live with his one and only daughter, now that the Chingster has passed on.
The mid-afternoon viewing on Tuesday went well as we visited only one and one half hour. To keep myself busy, to keep the place entertained, I played the piano for one hour and managed to sit for only another twenty minutes. The daughter’s hug up at the lobby of sincere, but no the second hug at the front most pew inside the St. Michael chapel.
I saw Malou’s face was drawn down in piss. This was done while we were bidding our early goodbyes after telling the daughter to cut the rosary beads symbolically to prevent others from coming to the grave.
Strangely, Das Squirrel has NOT made contact with his old family after picking up his car from the shop. Also the second wife didn’t return Mom’s phone call. So something happened during the two remaining days – Wednesday and Thursday – of a sham.
So many angry people gone crazy! So sad! There seems to be no cure for the pathological. Sheesh.
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