I poured milk into my instant iced tea.
True story.
The electricity went out again last night for the second time in a week. 7 says that he saw the sky light up (bright orange) and then everything shut down. It went back on around 5a (about 4 hours later). It's strange, all of these large (whole townships) outages lately and no real explanation. It wasn't storming or anything. (Yawn. Go back to sleep, Sherpson)
I should not be sitting here typing on livejournal.com, perusing the most recent posts on embodiment and jour_nal. I do so love those communities. Drool drool. They're so inspiring. I should be washing clothes and putting the "That's so 70's" album together for this weekend. Here... hold on for a minute... I'll go start a load of laundry (and while I'm at it I'll seep some of that tea that's supposed to "aid in contemplation". God knows I could use it! The good thing? At least I recognize the need for a bit of reflection. But maybe, just maybe... I think TOO much? Should I take a bit of Billie's advice and just "Smoke, drink and don't think?" 7 says, "that's your son's motto!" And he's right, you know. He usually is. Better to think. But if you're gonna think, at least try to think clearly. Unparanoidly. Rationally. Try to think in a way that resolves problems, doesn't create more. Sounds like it should be easy enough, doesn't it? Then I wonder what the problem is?
I see that the lousy excuse for a sperm donor had our beautiful granddaughter for a visit, "First overnight visit" according to his FB post. I'm sure that June Your gets pleasure thinking that I'll read about it. Whatever. There's only one person who you're really hurting here. Sure, I don't like it but I'm an adult and I can deal with it. I HAVE to deal with it. It's the 4 year old you're confusing. She's the one who can't understand it.
He sent Mommasita a note on facebook asking her for a car. Whatever. Why out of the blue would she want to help you out? You don't even have the fortitude to talk to her. He wrote something about 7 "swindling" him out of $1500. I'd be pissed too if I believed such bullshit. Pretty desperate there, Bobby, don't you think? Too bad you've burned so many bridges. Too bad you don't spend more of your time doing good unto others. Too bad you have so much time to think about your sad situation and instead of blaming others for where you're at, take some initiative (just like your dad) and help yourself out. But you don't see it that way do you? That's too bad. It's so depressing to think of his situation. I HAVE to keep a sense of humor about it otherwise it drives me insane. The only hope for him is intensive therapy. He needs to realize that he can't control the weather, misfortune or other people. The ONLY person he has ANY control over is himself. (GOD, he's his dad incarnated!) "See what YOU'VE done to ME!! It's all your fault! I'd be a better person if you wouldn't have ruined me!" That is a ridiculous philosophy. Think of what a wonderful world this would be if everyone lived by it?
I need to give the floors a good shweeping today, I also need to travel out to check on Ganga. He called last night claiming that someone was knocking on his door and windows. "It's your son!" he claimed. "My son doesn't have a car. He couldn't afford the gas for it if he did." Mr. Green still has not set up an appointment with the county. It's been over 2 weeks. What's the problem?
We were at Mommasita's homestead yesterday. 7 hung her drapes and I straightened out a few of her bill/papers. We broke bread together, an activity she really enjoys. We et sweet orange marinated chicken, rotten taters and roasted california blend. We have fixed her house up nicely and she keeps it pretty tidy... for an 80 year old, especially. It really is too bad that my son isn't on better terms with his family (this side of it, anyway). He could benefit quite a bit just by being nice. He chooses to be spiteful and mean. He blames me but I have no control over him just like he has none over me. Be nice on your own accord, you father's son! I have no bearing over who you are, negative OR positive (<--- that's obvious!). If ONLY I did! If only it was that simple! Certainly I would do whatever I could to make you happy. Can't you see? Only you can do that for yourself. Why does he think that I hate him so much? I'll never understand that. Is it because I refuse to be subjected to his ridicule, his abuse, his mistreatment? That's the only thing I can figure.
Okay. Gotta take care of stuff.
Travel starts around noon tomorrow.
The electricity went out again last night for the second time in a week. 7 says that he saw the sky light up (bright orange) and then everything shut down. It went back on around 5a (about 4 hours later). It's strange, all of these large (whole townships) outages lately and no real explanation. It wasn't storming or anything. (Yawn. Go back to sleep, Sherpson)
I should not be sitting here typing on livejournal.com, perusing the most recent posts on embodiment and jour_nal. I do so love those communities. Drool drool. They're so inspiring. I should be washing clothes and putting the "That's so 70's" album together for this weekend. Here... hold on for a minute... I'll go start a load of laundry (and while I'm at it I'll seep some of that tea that's supposed to "aid in contemplation". God knows I could use it! The good thing? At least I recognize the need for a bit of reflection. But maybe, just maybe... I think TOO much? Should I take a bit of Billie's advice and just "Smoke, drink and don't think?" 7 says, "that's your son's motto!" And he's right, you know. He usually is. Better to think. But if you're gonna think, at least try to think clearly. Unparanoidly. Rationally. Try to think in a way that resolves problems, doesn't create more. Sounds like it should be easy enough, doesn't it? Then I wonder what the problem is?
I see that the lousy excuse for a sperm donor had our beautiful granddaughter for a visit, "First overnight visit" according to his FB post. I'm sure that June Your gets pleasure thinking that I'll read about it. Whatever. There's only one person who you're really hurting here. Sure, I don't like it but I'm an adult and I can deal with it. I HAVE to deal with it. It's the 4 year old you're confusing. She's the one who can't understand it.
He sent Mommasita a note on facebook asking her for a car. Whatever. Why out of the blue would she want to help you out? You don't even have the fortitude to talk to her. He wrote something about 7 "swindling" him out of $1500. I'd be pissed too if I believed such bullshit. Pretty desperate there, Bobby, don't you think? Too bad you've burned so many bridges. Too bad you don't spend more of your time doing good unto others. Too bad you have so much time to think about your sad situation and instead of blaming others for where you're at, take some initiative (just like your dad) and help yourself out. But you don't see it that way do you? That's too bad. It's so depressing to think of his situation. I HAVE to keep a sense of humor about it otherwise it drives me insane. The only hope for him is intensive therapy. He needs to realize that he can't control the weather, misfortune or other people. The ONLY person he has ANY control over is himself. (GOD, he's his dad incarnated!) "See what YOU'VE done to ME!! It's all your fault! I'd be a better person if you wouldn't have ruined me!" That is a ridiculous philosophy. Think of what a wonderful world this would be if everyone lived by it?
I need to give the floors a good shweeping today, I also need to travel out to check on Ganga. He called last night claiming that someone was knocking on his door and windows. "It's your son!" he claimed. "My son doesn't have a car. He couldn't afford the gas for it if he did." Mr. Green still has not set up an appointment with the county. It's been over 2 weeks. What's the problem?
We were at Mommasita's homestead yesterday. 7 hung her drapes and I straightened out a few of her bill/papers. We broke bread together, an activity she really enjoys. We et sweet orange marinated chicken, rotten taters and roasted california blend. We have fixed her house up nicely and she keeps it pretty tidy... for an 80 year old, especially. It really is too bad that my son isn't on better terms with his family (this side of it, anyway). He could benefit quite a bit just by being nice. He chooses to be spiteful and mean. He blames me but I have no control over him just like he has none over me. Be nice on your own accord, you father's son! I have no bearing over who you are, negative OR positive (<--- that's obvious!). If ONLY I did! If only it was that simple! Certainly I would do whatever I could to make you happy. Can't you see? Only you can do that for yourself. Why does he think that I hate him so much? I'll never understand that. Is it because I refuse to be subjected to his ridicule, his abuse, his mistreatment? That's the only thing I can figure.
Okay. Gotta take care of stuff.
Travel starts around noon tomorrow.