Here are my boring notes via the “Memo” app of my smart/cellphone:
2012/02/16 19:40. At 19:28pm, Maw found dried plates on the counter near toaster/oven. For whatever reason, Paw left those dishes to take care of the garbage/recycling bins. It’s downhills for the both of these bio-units. Brouhaha!
2212/02/16 16:00. While Maw was busy quieting the parakeets with a “reed” stick, I had an imagery of a gray wall behind me. The high wall are the remnants of Satan and pals and how they are behind me.
2012/02/16 12:24. Today’s lunch conversation went on about how Pat/trisha neglected her (late) mother. The boyfriend complained that her mother was dying. But the brother, Joe (living in Los Banos, CA) found out about the abuse and to this day he cannot forgive both of his sisters, who were/are still on drugs.
2012/02/16 11:20. I had a thought that “moderate” would be nice as a potential POTUS and thereby to make both sides of the aisle happy, at least. Got mittens? They’re cute. Got muffins? They’re tasty.
2012/02/16 08:45. We noticed that a big wheeler moved from its parked position from MY long stretch of road and was coming from the railroad track upon our intention to turn left into MY drive. The truck was hauling a large equipment on its long bed.
2012/02/16 08:35. I noticed how a San Jose Water Works white utility truck took off from its parked position on the right and cut over slowly from the second and into the first land and onto the left exit sign, where it made a U-turn and VERY slowly accelerated and where upon I flicked “it” off with my my middle left finger, which was lined up straight against the black steering wheel to Paw’s Mazada Protege.7
2012/02/16 08:13. After Father Paul‘s sermon, I had a thought between “light” and “dark” and how “light” reflects and “dark” absorbs in a perpetual push-and-pull motion, whereby the “dark” absorbs “light” that could potential blind and/or burn those who are not meant for “light”.
2012/02/16 07:55. While waiting for this morning’s mass to start at the usual time at 08:00am, I had old thoughts. Yesterday, psycho Josie probably didn’t take her pills or her pills were not working because the psycho cleared her throat when Maw passed in front of her. Then I cleared my throat even louder by slightly leaning to my right towards her. I expected any parishioner to realize how rude people like me can get and don’t mess with me. Psycho Josie sits on the front-most pew towards to right rear section.
For the past few days, Emmer and his wife Mirna have been distributing the host. On Monday, we attended morning mass after missing six from staying home and taking care of Maw during her recovery from a rotator-cuff operation in her right shoulder. After psycho Mirna handed me my “host” I slightly cleared my throat to get ahead of her clearing her throat loudly, like she normally would to get my attention the other day as we left the pews to receive the “host”. I heard her clear her throat softly in response.
Yesterday, a psycho Chinese woman wore all black — a typical black jacket with embroidery of colorful thread and black slacks and shoes. I imagined she was in mourning or that she could have been a psycho “jinn” offering her praise to a God/Allah. Earlier, she was seen touching the feet of a St. Joseph statue with both hands before she sat down at the seat reserved for the Lecturer. Four times during the mass celebrated by Father Mike, she got up and down the aisle. The regular parishioners kept looking at her. The face was emotionless. Her black hair was cut short. And she walked fast.
Not a day goes by that I wonder if this local parish is full of demons.
On the same Monday and after morning mass, Maw got a post-op blessing from Father Mike. She sensed that he is NOT truly a priest. He rambled on about being punished by striking him for touching both her shoulders, not knowing about the rotator-cuff repair. We walked away and I said loudly that we won’t be violent on/towards you for your mistake/goof/error.