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2259. Yesterday at around 1930, I broke a nice “Corning Ware”. It slid off the topmost pile of casserole dish and tapped/shattered onto the tile counter, when I was in haste to lift all three together (after drying the dishes).

2257. Went to close my bedroom window when suddenly the “left” light to Andy’s pink house burnt out/turned off! Must have been my energy signature/active alien implants (which Lilly pad and pals were unsuccessful in removing). Oh, well…

~2130. Psycho LoLinda and/or a female voice from somewhere was laughing out loud. I assumed a party was going on next door. They could be the one-eyed monster’s relatives. I mumbled under my breath in Spanish. It was probably loud enough for them to hear past the opened window to MY computer bedroom.

2037. ADDENDUM THOUGHTS from the party: Sat to the right of Joy, she left within one minute. Sat in front of Henpeck, he left within one minute. His face still looks like uneven with facial bumps. Malouse like her eldest son, Jer are both weird but their spouses are “normal” enough, with James having fun with the grand-kids. I had Shrimpsei’s OtterBox buzzing inside my purse. Again, my energy signature makes certain possessed entities “uncomfortable” to be in/around my presence.

The Chingster was especially receptive to Maw and I. She has no choice to open up. We know what the Gigalo has done/is capable of doing. Their kid got caught in the middle of their “sins”. Their kid should NOT take either side but her own happiness. So if she is reading the updates: How’s Las Vegas — the Sin City with Maliam and Lesley and the boys? I meant to “mock” this symbolic weekend “stay” for free — a price you’d have repay as “work hard” to your company. You know that. Be careful.

2030. Finished saying the Rosary while sweating to the warm night air.

1954. Paw/parakeets finished dinner. Paw and I ate leftover coffee/sponge cake. I watered backyard plants an hour or so ago. Maw is sleeping now. Paw still doing his chores.

1700. Time to go. Helped the Chingster slice the cake in half so it will fit in Styrofoam container. “Jovians going to get mad at me.” She said. So it is true! The alcoholic is “screaming” at the old lady! My God! WTF?

We got our share, no doubt it will increase Maw’s blood glucose level or diabetes, which the annoying Babel is NOT aware. How dense can she be?

Earlier, Babel (the balding one) inquired about the Squirrel and talked about Henpeck’s unemployment benefits. She later whispered something into the Chingster’s ear.

The Chingster looked at me and I winked back at her because the Babel is noted for manipulating/suggesting unwanted things. “I’m going home!” The Chingster retorted, with her nostrils flaring as usual when upset.

You go girl! Don’t let her annoy you. After all, Maw didn’t do anything except move along with her/our life/lives. For heaven sakes, that was since 1987 or so when the divorced happen. Get over it, please!

There was no sign of the BitterMelon or her soul-mate, the Gigalo. The Shilster, The Squirrel, Rod, Mal-Ian, Jerri and the two mobster-like cousins, along with their parents. didn’t show up. Egado and his wife didn’t show up either. So that’s the run-down/list of the dissent/rebellious spirits, who can NOT get along. Yuch.

Maldeath and her husband mentioned that the Squirrel is all over Facebook and bragging about his marathon. Oh-Gee mentioned that he might still be doing his bicycle and suggested to me to walk during the marathon after I told them about my feet.

1542. Loud gong noises while singing birthday song!

1540. Paw just handed me a souvenir.

1535. Must stop eating buffet at Worlds Gourmet (Fremont, CA). Had three plates of food (Mongolian grill of yellow noodles, broccoli, sliced cucumber, corn and mushrooms; garlic bread, mushrooms and Chinese cabbage; and sweet/pickled kelp and black olives) and one tall PLASTIC glass of hot jasmine tea. We arrived at around 1400.

1515. Greeted the Chingster, who still talks strong. While we intercepted her getting one plate of food and another plate for dessert, she stomped her feet/bragged about dancing, talked about her sister Corey with kidney disease and the taking 1000mg of antibiotics twice a day and of not visiting the Philippines because of the people asking for money. We asked about Patsy, her brother and parents but NOT about the Shillster, whom we sensed is not on good terms with her own mother, who still drives/brags about going places. Now Maw, Paw, and Maldeath speaking normally at the table where the Chingster is eating.

~1300. Maw had finished repainting/varnishing her two tall tables after five days of waiting for the glue repair to dry. It was VERY warm outdoors. And there was little to no winds to blow the dust around onto the wet surfaces. I dropped the top of the table lid, which came off after psycho LoLinda hexed our area/backyard a few minutes earlier because she has nothing to do/no one to talk to/with. Usually, I’d drop things as a result. Afterwards, I sprinkled Holy Water upon the wooden fence (all around) and the corners of our home and indoors, too.

1220. For about twenty minutes, I had to sleep/rest/depressurize my system/mind/brain. I felt my energy return lying down on the living room sofa while Maw and Paw worked on finishing the two hard wooden tables.

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