Dear diary,
The interior of our home is eighty-one degrees Farenheit. I’ve turned on the air conditioner because Mister Mel, the yellowish Lutino parakeet was overheating by holding his wings away from this body. But the three of us didn’t feel overheated. The two baby parakeets are not overheated.
With regards to the 5G cellphone tower messing up the water molecules and the recent bug out of my smartphone internet connection, I’m NOT surprise. So I really do NOT care when and if we loose all the luxury of modern technology.
What needs fixing are humanz and their dynamics in interpersonal relationships. I’m NOT really happy that so many opinions can spew forth from anyone. For example, we met an old parishioner this Monday. He said that although there are some crazies in the congregation and no matter how we feel about the priest or anyone else, the building is a house of the lord.
Then I’m following and reading a weblogger on an almost ‘daily’ basis and he said that he enjoys his Dad’s cathedral, which is the great outdoors. So I’m NOT too happy being stuck in the middle of this mess.
That same parishioner tried to reassure Mom to ignore others and focus on the Lord and her soul. But we know what he did with his wife; he is a hypocrite. He shared with us that he confessed his deepest darkest secret. I wonder if he told that one priest what he did with his wife. We know.
It appears that my parents and I may be the only ones who seem to know the deepest and darkest secrets of these disturbed and troubled humanz, which would explain why Respondent is still living directly adjacent to us. Because I understand her crap and can’t really do anything about it until she is dead.
That’s the main point this particular church goer mentioned. In the Philippines there are ways to handle Respondents. But in America, there is too much tolerance for misdeeds. I’m through thinking about this too much.
Sincerely,
FB
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