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Greetings, chumps!

1. My scanning project of old cards and letters are still in progress (or is that process?) I’ve completed cards for Xmas, Vday, and Wdng, which is for Wedding Anniversary. I’ve scanned all the envelops with the dimensions of 8.25 inches in width by 5.75 inches in height. I’ve done half the piles between Mom and Dad. I’m leaving the photos for last. I’m hoping to complete this project by Thursday evening before Friday morning garbage and recycling pick-ups.
2. While scanning, I received an email from John’s Jr this afternoon aroun 13:53 p.m. my local time. Icannot decide between the Gray Wool Peacoat http://oldnavy.gap.com/browse/product.do?vid=1&pid=712718012 and the Black Wool Peacoat http://oldnavy.gap.com/browse/product.do?vid=1&pid=712718002. Mom would choose the black color, of course, because it’s so much more versatile. I would guess that the gray color is appropriate for those with gray hairs or those with dandruff problems.. I would get both colors for fun – one gray for daytime and one black for nighttime.
3. With regards to the Hillary email scandal, this is yet another exercise on how to improve the current set of responsibilities and standard operating procedures. Yes, my parents and I did sit through the entire eleven hours. Overall, she is stating what she knows with intelligence, that’s all. I’m sensing this is the truth that she isn’t responsible for safety and security, despite the DHS namesake. Hehe.. So yeah, my thought is that such ‘hearings’ won’t reveal the entire truth, since the public broadcasting would compromise security (gasp). Get it? No? Okay. Fine. Sheesh.
4. The weather was beautiful today and yesterday, of which my parents and I completed decorating our front porch for All-Holy Weans. We turned on the lights last night and couple of hours tonight. There are the old plastic pumpkins, spiders, and ghost themes, with the new addition of bats and skulls from last year. We have lights that spell ‘HAPPY HALLOWEEN’. Saturday was cloud and I wasn’t interested in decorating but proceeding with the scanning project, which are uploaded to my paid cloud service for the NSA and data centers to archive and keep for eternity. He.
5. I complete forgot about the upcoming Republican debate because of being busy with house chores and scanning project. I don’t care for politics as much or mainstream news media. Once again, I resign from participating in illusory distractions as I focus on boosting your misguided attempts to terrorize humanz with your narratives, such as the waves of parasites or vermins, known as illegal immigrants, err, refuges, err, migrants. Sheesh.
6. Here is the first church incident: during noontime mass on 20151024, we were praying to Saint Michael the Archangel. In front of us, two pews ahead, left side aisle, a higher-functioning dark-skinned girl wouldn’t stop fidgeting. I “sensed” spiritual possession. Upon the part of ‘cast into hell Satan and all other evil spirits”, the girl spun counterclockwise once! Mom witnessed that supernatural event. The Asian girl with long hair wore a dark-blue, tight jeans and a long-sleeved white top with horizontal blue stripes with the words HOLLYWOOD printed along the bottom hem on the back of the shirt.
7. Here is the second church incident: At 20151025-0824 in the morning and after receiving the Communal Host crackers, err, wafers, Jonathan, the Filipino priest, whose voice is smooth like Clem, our choir conduction, dropped either the chalice or the ciborium with a clang prior to entering the left side door. The tall reptilian priest was to his right.
8. Regarding my choir practice from last Thursday evening, I was being naughty as usual, since it’s only a volunteer service and plus I’m getting bored with the politics at my local church. I refused to sing the ‘melody’ portion of the alto and heard some singing but not by much. So the conduction mentioned that the alto should sing it strong (since it was written as ‘forte’). Then I did sing louder as ‘expected’ and that proved I’m that good but don’t feel that important, though Amy insisted that I mustn’t miss yesterday’s mass on Sunday of which Joy and Jasmine sang beautifully the duet to Pie Jesu by Ricky Manalo, CSP – 12201z.
9. Regarding the choir practice from two weeks ago, the conductor mentioned his friend ‘Craig Hella Johnson’ performed the Requiem by Eliza Gilkyson during the Oklahoma Bombing memorial or something like that. Depending on my mood, I was actually singing through tears from the imagery of dolphins and the words. I think I’m getting old. Speaking of tears, during today’s noontime, I saw that tall red-headed guy in front of us wiped away some tears after hearing the child-like sing the Kyrie. I’ve felt the empathy from the girl’s voice and imagery of children as he was moved. I guess I’m getting old and more empathic.
10. Mom is still in pain from Shingles, which could last anywhere from six to one year. She’s been more snappy from the effects of the medication and old age. So in effect I’m picking up the shit from two elderly folks. But since I’m trying to thin everything out as much as possible before they become too incapacitated and burdensome, I’ve been neglecting my house chores. With that said, it’s a good ‘quarantine’ method to avoid visitors, though we do venture out in public, such as church and stores. We no longer communicate with Das Squirrely. He needs one year of reflection away from us during this ‘shingles’, of course, because my parents won’t forget the betrayal. The old guy actually cried after the boy stormed out for the last time. He is no longer welcomed, again due to the stress and heart failure of the old woman. But he won’t change, ever. Mothers know.
11. After noontime mass, we barely listened to MichaelSavage.com on our local radio station 560 KSFO. He mentioned what he’s gonna leave behind, that no one will remember him when he dies, and that he’s writing his books, probably as a memorial, such as “Government Zero”. Speaking of which, all these chaos are in essence are experimentations! As for Alex Jones ranting about social engineering, he’s gotta wake up himself and other to the realization that all this noise, nonsense, and ridiculous thoughts are temporary. It’s a money making and policy changing scheme worldwide. Do NOT doubt unto moi! Amen!

With much preparedness for the inevitable,

Evil Kitty