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Sunday, March 25, 2007

It takes all day??

Okay, so I did start off this morning fiddling around. I was deleting text messages, and my Treo just sort of blew up. It kept rebooting endlessly. I had to go to Wal-Mart anyway, and so I just figured I'd zip out to the Sprint store on Highway 6 and see about getting the phone fixed. Dry cleaning had to be picked up, and I just happened to think about going over to the old house to see what was what.

I pulled up in front, and .. it looks terrible. The front yard has waist high weeds, the back gate is standing open, the pool is dark green, and the back yard is completely overgrown with weeds. I picked up my gas cans, a rake, Barney's leash, and a gallon of windshield washer fluid that I had left behind in my rush to get the heck out.

The trunk now full of clean laundry and dirty garage stuff, I headed out to Sprink. While they worked on the phone, I went to Wal-Mart to trade in the masonry hangars (which were worthless) for a towel hanger and a masonry drill bit. Then, up to OfficeMax to buy some stuff for church and the office, then back to Sprink.

They swapped out my phone, and I headed back by way of Spec's for my FOURTH bottle of vodka this week - I bought one for Secret Agent Man's visit on Monday, then two more yesterday - all of that went into the infusion jar last night, so I figured we needed one for consumption while the vodka infused for three weeks.

Home again at 14:30 - and I started working on my bedroom. I hung the picture box frame on the wall (which was easy) and then tried to re-hang the curtain rods, which was NOT easy. I got them attached, unpacked the box of photographs, distributed those all around, plugged in lamps, timers, cleaned everything, and now it's 20:10. Sheesh!

So, tomorrow's focus is the downstairs powder room and the dining room.

If only I had some helpers, to-wit:



I have the masonry plugs and screws, the gorilla glue, and everything I need to hang the pictures, etc. I just am convinced that I'm going to have a huge batch of stuff that won't have a home - and is, therefore, headed to the garage sale.

Friday, March 23, 2007

Yep. Watching more of "24" season two. They haven't found the bomb yet.

Washing the infusion jar so that I can slice up the fruit into it and pour in the vodka. It has to infuse for three weeks - so I'm going to have to put a "do not touch" sticker on it or something.

Got the estimate for the replacement windows - $6700. More than a thou per window. They're out of their bloody minds.

More shopping.

I have 48 hours of unplanned, unscheduled, unstructured time. Amazing.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Taxes, schmaxes

I woke up tired today. I can't explain WHY I woke up tired today, but I did. I presented myself for my 8:15 dentist appointment, had my new crown installed (ouch) and learned that I have ANOTHER cracked tooth, just above that one. It's cracked in such a way that it's leaking under the inlay, so in eight weeks (and not a second more) I'm going back for an "onlay," in which they cut out the inlay in that one tooth, mold a new one that covers the broken area, and install it.

And another $700.

In October, I'm having the inlay put in on the lower right quadrant of my mouth, which will finish replacement of my almalgam fillings from childhood. Another $2100.

I've today gotten my desk cleared off to a considerable degree. My tax files are getting processed out, and will be mostly gone by the beginning of next week. I have the house to myself again this weekend, and it's going to be all about cleaning up and organizing. And, taking crappy picture hangars back to Wal-Mart.

I am SERIOUSLY thinking about skipping church on Sunday.

Okay, so I'm skipping church on Sunday.

How did I get tomato stains on my shirt sleeve when I didn't have anything with tomatos in it all day?

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Fun, Fun, Fun links - all GAY! GAYGAYGAYGAYGAY

Here are three articles my friend Brian showed me today - anti-gay, sort of anti-gay, and anti-anti-gay. Read 'em and weep.

First, we have Garrison Keillor in a lovely anti-gay rant in Salon magazine.

Then, we have Garrison's non-apology apology on NPR.

Finally, we have Larry Kramer's anti-anti-gay rant in the LA Times - I must tell you that I agree with every single word he's written here.

Perhaps I should listen to my voice mail

It's been building up since Saturday.

I'm going in late this morning, as I'm cleaning up the living room. I've just finished separating out the "Airliners" magazines, now they need a home. I have to put up the sheet music, and sling the other box into the hall closet, and this room is, essentially, finished.

The little computer stand I have in here is just right AND the office chair that I was using in the kitchen at the Warwickshire house is the right size FOR the computer/laptop stand, so that's terrific. A few adjustments in here, and things should just be workable. I'll need to tie these cables together so that they're not all catawampus.

I need to get the car cleaned up and yet, it's supposed to rain tomorrow. Bleh.

Actually talked to Leslie last night by email for the first time in years. And, she's buying a new house. YAY!

I've gotten everything done in the living room now, except for hanging up the high school musical posters which I'm going to do in a moment. That requires moving some furniture and getting on a step stool.

later

YAY! It's all done. The living room is, anyway. Now, it's time to hit the shower and go into the office to get some work done there. Then, back here to complete resurrection of the dining room.

Monday, March 19, 2007

So, I unlocked this again

Why? Well, I figured it had been locked down long enough. I'm thinking that it's now time to open it back up - I have lost contact with a couple of people who read it, and this is just easier.

Plus, I think that it's possible nothing in here can be used against me. Now.

Late night collisions with dreams and other musings

Morning

Of course, NOW I'm motivated to take apart the dining room and re-assemble it. BLAH.

If I had the morning to myself, I'd have the dining room fully put together by noon. I know now just where to put everything and in what order to approach the mess.

But, I need to be on the road in thirty minutes or fewer.

So, I repeat - BLAH.

Last night, I was awakened by a terrific auto collision right outside the house. There seemed to be no one moaning in the street, but I lay there thinking about the dream I had two nights ago and thought "well, I had better get up and see about whether I have that text message I dreamt about."

After lunch

Goodness. I started feeling weird, got told how the cow ate the cabbage on the diet/exercise thing, had a fabulous conversation with Nicole about working out for onesself, came home and got to boil a realtor in oil. And a title company! A two-fer!

Then, Secret Agent Man came over, and .. it was like a REAL DATE or something between REAL PEOPLE.

Danger, Will Robinson.

He just left (20:10 hours) and I'm going to eat a sandwich and watch a DVD.

Monday, March 12, 2007

Who wants the exercise equipment?
I'm working to get stuff out of my hair - the exercise equipment, the stuff in my bedroom closet, the 2006 paper receipts, these two loans, etc.

I got a commitment on the exercise equipment, I've got about 2/3 of the 2006 and all of the 2007 paper receipts scanned, and the two loans have been moved forward to the goal line.

Yurg.

Tonight, I'm headed home to work on the living room, then the dining room. I have a DVD of "24" season two to watch; I may be losing interest in its drama.

Jackie was so funny this morning; she didn't want to go anywhere - just stand there in her yellow rain slicker and fret. John about busted laughing when he opened the door and Jackie and I were in our matching yellow rain slickers...

I need to consider packing up and heading out here...

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Status report
So, I didn't get as much done as I would have liked. I got the patio cleaned up, and I got some of the dining room put together. I got my room kinda organized a little. Hung a couple more pictures. I need to hang pictures on the brick walls, which is going to take a masonry drill bit and some serious screws. And measurement - I wno't be able to eyeball these.

I think that I'll be making the downstairs powder room into my "Continental Airlines" memorabilia room. There's no other place to really put all of those things. Bleh. I still have all of these prints that need to be framed up and hung up and ...

Had lunch today with Foghorn Leghorn. He's one nosy piece of work. He asks how I'm doing at work. I said "going fine." Then, he asks about specific loans I'm working on, what I have closing, practically what I have in gross commissions coming in. Uh .. none of your beeswax?

He's also someone who can be counted on to divulge and gossip about everything mentioned, whether casual or detailed.

I have to remember to run the clocks forward tonight. Bleh.
Garage first?
I have to get to work here - cleaning the garage, organizing the dining room, getting things into the old clothes hamper to get off to the church garage sale - I would like to get the downstairs all put together, except for hanging the curios, for which I'll need some help. And, I'd like to get the garage put together so that Bram can more easily park in there.

I've got the "Incredibles" on the TV - it sounds awesome, and it looks awesome.

Where to start with this project of cleaning up the house? I think that the dining room, maybe. I have all of these cookbooks, which need to be .. sold. Or something.

So, red in the dining room - should I put the red framed Continental airlines poster in there? I think so.

Or, I could put the curio there. Hmm.

These curio cases are causing me the most difficulty so far. Where to put them? I'm not happy with the unfinished condition of the smaller one. BLEH.

However, it's nearly time to pull the excess stuff out of the dining room and put it somewhere else while I re-glue up the buffet shelves. Then, the dishes can go into the buffet and ... it will look like a dining room again.

And then ...

Okay, I'm off to do some more organizing and cleaning.

Friday, March 09, 2007

all in a jumble

So, I'm trying to move software and data from the old desktop computer to the laptop computer, which will be the only computer I have at home and the computer I use at work.

In other words, the only computer. The old desktop computer will only have tax and financial software on it, and will live here at the office but not be my day to day computer.

TO that end, today, I resynched my new Treo with the old computer, on which all of the data was stored and now I'm resynching the Treo with the new computer.

The fun part of that seems to be that ALL of the versamail is being copied to the laptop from the Treo. It's taking forever. And, I'm trying to get NeatReceipts installed, which is also fighting me tooth and nail; trying to get the data moved over is presenting some challenges.

Chris Price died back on Monday - untreated/undiagnosed diabetes. Wow.

The cube is MOSTLY organized here. I have big stacks of paper that need to be filed, handled and dealt with, but it's MOSTLY organized. All of the office supplies are stacked into the cabinet of there (points) and all of the drawers are full as a tick.

A night at home alone.

I'm teaching myself a lot about my Palm device. Somehow today, I added 1168 email messages to it by synchronizing it with my Outlook. BLEH. I don't even think so. I'm going to discontinue using Sprint's Business Connection, and focus on using Versamail. I also deleted some other software that I just don't use over on the Treo.

Right now, I've deleted the 1168 messages, and I'm emptying the "trash," to clear the memory out. The poor thing had almost no memory left!

Now, I'm re-adding some of the software that I do use, and cleaning things up.

If only other elements of life were as easy to study, learn and use.

Got the newest light bill for the old house today. The last 22 days - $90. Before then, it was always more than $300. The pool seems to have made the difference.

That suggests that my light bill is/has dropped substantially. That's awesome! I need the relief. The $900 light bills last year were killing me.

Okay, so now I've watched all of the "24" season one DVDs. And, eh. Whatever.

It's nearly 10:00, and I'm thinking that going to bed early may be an outstanding idea. Perhaps I'll do just that.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

So let me get this straight -- according to conservatives, lying about a blow job was an impeachable offense, but lying about outing a CIA agent focused on the Iranian nuclear program is much ado about nothing? Okay, got it.

Monday, February 26, 2007

Chewing gum

Years ago, my best friend Scott had an unexpected call from our mutual friend Richard.

Richard had been seeing some new guy, and he'd dropped off the face of the earth for a few months. He and Scott worked together on the same floor (as I recall, this was years ago) and yet, Scott hadn't seen hide nor hair of Richard in some time.

Scott finally got on the company phone system and called Richard at his desk, just to make sure that he (Richard) hadn't been fired in one of Frank Lorenzo's frequent temper tantrums.

"Oh, yes - I'm still here .. I've just been seeing this new guy, and he's SO wonderful. I'm really enjoying spending time with him."

Scott's outstanding reply was "Well, I enjoy chewing gum, too, but I take it out of my mouth from time to time to call my friends."

Richard was undaunted in his single minded pursuit of the new relationship. Months later, when the newness wore off, Richard began to again circulate with his friends, and to interject his new boyfriend into those friends.

It's irrelevant, but fun that Richard's boyfriend, with whom he was so smitten, cheated on him after Richard bought him a car, and housed him for two years for free. The boyfriend took off for Phoenix to be with the new boyfriend WITH the car. It was a mess.

Once the relationship was over, I was called upon by Richard to be his social structure, constant companion and back-shaver. Until the new boyfriend came along a few years later.

This morning, a lad who's been half heartedly pursuing me for a week or so mentioned that I was cynical. Ayup (that was with a Maine accent, by the way) I am.

It's nearly impossible to avoid interpreting someone's dropping you like a fresh dog turd for a new love interest as anything else than a judgment on your value to that person. Regardless of what's said, regardless of the intimacy, the companionship, and the interaction, what you're worth to that person is a big fat ZERO when the new relationship comes onboard.

That's Z-E-R-O. A nullity. Non-existent.

Back to the cynical comment from earlier today, yes, I am. And, I don't take friends back anymore when they've defined me as meaning nothing to them at all.

In the not so distant past, one of my very good friends began dating a new man. Never once did he slow or stop the flow of communication, and never once did our normal social interactions diminish. So, it's clear to me that it's not what everyone does, and it seems that my judgment of what is being communicated by being dropped like a dog turd has validity. It's a matter of personal choice on the part of the newly in love, and I don't have to accept it.

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Scanning sensors

I've been scanning since 1500 when Bram and I got home. Scanning 2006 receipts now. All the register/POS receipts are scanned, now I'm scanning stuff that was mailed to me. I have a big stack left, but compared to what I started with, I guess it's pretty good.

Took Jackie to Petco for shots today. She was a bit nervous when they tried to draw her blood for the heartworm test - she projectile pooped. The vet pointed out that she has a melanoma on her front leg, which will need to be looked at right away. She was SO happy to be going out in the car, and to be walking around Petco. She's going back for grooming on Tuesday morning. I guess I'll have to find a vet next week for her also.

Went and got my cashier's check today for the closing next week. Paid off my two credit cards today. Now, if I can get all of this stuff scanned, life will be pretty good.

Bram and I rode around a bit today, had lunch, picked up the mail, tried to pick up the clocks. That will be Monday morning, now. Talked to a client about paying for their taxes - the next two weeks should be i-n-s-a-n-e with book keeping and tax work. Oof. I think I'll have to call that woman who says that she can do tax work/book keeping work, and see about getting her started on Monday. I just can't wait any longer.

Now, it's 21:00, and I'm still scanning. The pile is getting smaller, which is good. It's still another three hours' worth of work, though.

So, I'm going to watch the old movie "Chinatown" and then go to bed.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

the last day of non-homeownership?

I dunno. it's possible.

My purchase is set to close tomorrow afternoon. I'm waiting with abated breath to see if that's actually going to happen here.

Spent some time today paying bills to get ready for the move. Now, I'm sitting here at work - not working, just waiting for enlightenment on my loan. I am thinking of moving some cables around under my desk to make things better here.

Once the documents are sent to the title company, we can have our closing. Then, comes the challenge of actually getting things moved. The lost boyz want to start moving on Sunday. I want to move on Saturday. A compromise much be reached.

I'm working on a proposal for here at the office. I need to get that done and out today.

So, is sitting here waiting to hear something the same as worrying? I think so. Maybe I should dig up some more work to do. Can't find JII - he's not answering hails.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

It's nearly 11:00 a.m., and we're still waiting for word back on my loan approval. My source of the down payment, if it were required, has fallen through, and I have to find another. By today. No pressure.

I'm contemplating calling my father. I'd prefer to not. I'd prefer to not have my family's involvement in anything in the future. "The weather here is great, thanks! No, I didn't see "Desperate Housewives."

I bought the coolest red leather collar for Jackie last night. Also going to get her some new bowls, and already got E2 lined up to come up and groom Jackie to within an inch of her life so she can move back inside.

Monday, February 19, 2007

I guess I am a morning person. I popped awake just as the alarm began to announce that it was Monday. I've been outside, played with Jackie (who's VERY bouncy,) petted Barney (who's still wagging his tail, but can't get up. He'll be gone today.)

Emptied the trash. Took out the recycling. Cleaning up the dishes.

My BG monitor has either quit working, or it's complying with my desire not to deal with it today. It's almost four years old, so I guess it's okay that it's in need of replacement.

My soas muscle is whacked again. It's not as bad as it's been the past few weeks, but it's not good.

Going in to the office for a short while. Then, I'm coming back here to work on financial records and getting more stuff ready to move.

So, Brian (I love Brian) logs in this morning after a weekend long absence, and tells me he had a date. Bastard. Then, he tells me he had "good sex."

Now, what IS this "good sex" thing? I've now had three different friends mention that they long for/have had "good sex." What IS it?

I feel so out of touch. It's like me and modern music. I just don't understand it, nor do I have any association with it.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Barney is almost gone. Bram went out and checked him out (as best as a human paramedic can) and thinks that he may be alive in the morning, but that he has very little life left.

John's agreed to take him to be put down in the morning if he's still alive.

Good lord, I hope the curtain calls come to a close very soon. By that, I mean to say that I hope that this is last of Twitch dropping by at 3:30 in the morning, drunk (or anyone else for that matter,) the last of Psycho Judy calling me endlessly about stupid, repetitive things, the last of emotional manipulation by people who want me to carry their water, the last of people who can't be counted on....

I'm just about to pop with all of this.

I'm thinking about flying Nick down here from Ohio to help me move. There is, at best, a very limited expectation of assistance with this move. I am unable to provide the kind of certainty of exactly when and how this move will occur, and I have to make a hueristic evaluation of the likelihood of assistance actually coming together - and I'm looking for other capitve resources.

My father offered, but I can't see a.) having an 80 year old man help me move, and b.) seeing what I look like in a straight jacket.

I still have some things to get into place to have the move happen. I won't have those things fully in place until Tuesday.

Chuck just sent me pictures of our trip to Vancouver. We've been back for eight months, and .. the pictures are here. Jesus, I was heavier. He looked so great. All Chuck.

I have weighed the options about any new activity with the newly arrived, interesting/interested married man and have concluded that it's a no go. No more unavailable men. Zero tolerance.

Talked to my sister today, as it was her birthday. She started off by cheerfully criticizing me, as she does with every phone call, because I was in the car. I have a one hour drive to church each Sunday morning, and it's an ideal time to knock out social phone calls. However, since I'm driving in the car, it's not enough for her - she thinks I should sit in a chair and talk to her without any other activity at all. So, we get a comment. Every call.

Then, after some pleasantries, she asks me what's going on with this house. I stupidly answer rather than saying "I'll let you know what my new address is, other than that, you don't need to know."

She let me know, with a cheery lilt in her voice that no one in the family was going to help me with the housing situation, and that she had no idea how I could expect to make this house purchase happen.

She seems to love (in my interpretation) telling me that I'm a loser.

And I'm just over it.

Perhaps it would be a great idea to tell them nothing. I've said it before of myself, why can I not do that? I tell my father as little as I can, why can't I just talk about the weather, or mutually agreeable politics?

Watching more of the first season of "24." It's a terrific show.

Almost time to go to bed.

Barney the Dog 1992-2007

Barney the dog has been declining swiftly over the last few days. Bram's noted that his impending demise is neatly coordinating with having to leave this house, and that the whole time, it has been intended that he not go to the new place.

Yesterday, Barney was almost unable to get around. He no longer looked happy, curious and interested - he just looked sad and disconnected. This morning, he was lying next to Jackie's food dish, and couldn't get up. Only his one front leg was reaching, as he was trying to do something - anything. He just looks like he won't be with me when I get back from church in a few hours.

I've had dogs now since 1982; Barney has been the constant through most of that. He's been at loggerheads with me since he was just over a year old; he has shat in every room of every place I've lived, has peed incessantly in every corner, and has peed after having caught my attention to make sure I knew he was doing it. He's been a pig, knocking people out of the way to get attention, and he's cost many thousands of dollars in damaged property.

And, I have not been able to bring myself to end his life for being a bowel and bladder terrorist.

Barney has caused me great wonder and reflection - do dogs use mental law? Do they have an emotional component that brings them what they expect?

I think so. Barney was the runt of his litter, he has always expected to be pushed aside and ignored, and his behavior, while designed to attract attention has had the opposite effect, pushing away those whom he wanted and causing his reality to be that which he conceived.

I know that we tent to map human tendencies and qualities onto animals, especially onto pets. However, if we're all one - made from the same God stuff (or cosmos stuff, or flowing energy stuff, or however you want to look at it) does that not mean that Barney is just as much a part of God as I am? Is it not arrogance to consider that I, a human, have a special relationship with the impersonal God stuff that flows through and makes up everything?

My other dog, Jackie, uses mental law - I've seen her do it. When she gets the results she has put into action, she's so pleased. I think she knows that the time after Barney's death will be very special for her, and she seems not to be disturbed by his frailty, and today, by his imminent passing. She's more bouncy and excited than she's been in many years.

I'm sad for Barney's leaving this world, even at a time when I will be experiencing great freedom from it. He's been a part of who I was - a little doofus who rebelled against a world he pre-judged was out to get him. Perhaps it's a sign of my increasing confidence and maturity that he's leaving.

Thank you Barney, for sharing your time on this reality plane with me. You will be remembered always.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Packapalooza and moving

A successful day at packing. About 90% packed up. Only those things in the kitchen, bathrooms and the ever important home theater that remain to be boxed or stacked up. Plus, clothing, which can go into the back seat of the car for a quick trip.

Barney has nearly completely fallen apart physically. He's barely able to walk, he's started drooling, and he's in obvious discomfort, as opposed to his previous interest, curiousity and openess. John has agreed to take him to the SPCA on Monday to be put down.

Had Babs over today to help pack - she hadn't been here in about six months. I was very glad to have her help.

Tomorrow, after church, it's clean-up packing. The last few things to be ready to put everything on the truck. Which truck I haven't yet arranged for....

So many things to be done yet. Call all the utility companies, all the mail forwarding and address changes. Oof.

I think I'll be spending substantially all of this week doing this. Wow. Amazing how much time this is going to take. Amazing that I've been in this house for almost 11 months. Today, as Babs was here, I was reflecting on how much I've done, spent and generated in getting this house to a position that it's just as liveable as it is now.

As we sat here in the living room today eating lunch, we could hear the squirrels in the ceiling over my bathroom. Craziness.

Friday, February 16, 2007

Rescue Rangers

I'm writing this as I listen to more of Bryan's head banging music at work. Lovely.

This morning, another piece hit me in the head - standing out in front of my house (at the age of five) with no options, no facilities, no resources - my father pulled up, like a white knight (in a red Plymouth) and I was carried off.

Since then, I think I keep looking outside myself to find rescue. And, I seem to have believed that rescuing someone was a great way to show them my affection and be accepted.

I've had some rescue ranger experiences, and I've had some that were, but didn't feel or look so much like it. Jackie, for instance, was a rescue - literally from the streets. Barney was a rescue from a certain death as a litter runt. Blah, blah.

So, in trying to buy this house, I've been waiting for someone to whisk up in a red Plymouth and handle it. And, at the same time, I've been expected to handle all of it by myself. Today, I resolved to handle what there was in my power to handle and to cast aside the rest.

This has led to some very interesting conversations and realizations.

I must say that I'm not sure exactly how this is going to be resolved. However, I've declared an end to being the Rescue Ranger. People can ask me where to go to get rescued, but they won't be able to count on me to do it for them, outside of the stuff that's normal - flat tires, missed airplanes and that sort of thing.

No more "I'm out in the car - and I want you to look up such and such on the computer." No more "my life sucks - how do I fix it" and then the exact behavior over and over.

Nope. I've started getting very direct with people this week, telling them what doesn't work about their behavior. I'm going totally Lisa with it. For those of you who don't know Lisa, that would go like this .. "Oh, thanks for the offer. However, you never keep your word, so I'm going to make other arrangements." Or, "why would you tell me something like that when we both know that you're just saying it to feel good right now, and when it comes down to the doing of it, you won't come through?" Or "The reason I don't want to spend time with you or talk to you on the phone is because you only require someone to occupy space; you only require some mannequin to be there to talk AT, and it's not about me at all. Just you."

This is pretty difficult. I would like for some people in my life to step up and act in a manner consistent with what they say they want, but at the same time, I can't plan for that happening. And, I am unwilling to just absorb the falsehood of "Oh, I'll come do that with you."

Now, the world is getting back "uh, no .. you won't."

Heuristic? Yes. My choice? Yes. A big change? Definately.

Heurism defined - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heuristics

Monday, February 12, 2007

Monday, Monday .. rainy day version

Fun! Gave away about 1/3 of the sheet/book music to Rosita today. Rainy, nasty and wet were the operative words for the afternoon. Seems that the sheet music that I have left isn't really worth much. After calling the eBay consignment shop, their minimum price requirement has gone up to $50, which rather negates a bunch of the stuff I have to sell, I guess. I don't know.

Still a lot more packing to do. Kitchen, bedrooms, garage.

I'm finding so many things that I kept and moved into this house that I just don't think about, read, look at, whatever. It's just amazing how much CRAP I keep because it "feels" better than having nothing, or thinking that I have nothing.

Well, enough of that. I may be moving this stuff into the new place, but it's not staying.

I've fully decorated the new place in my mind. Well, as far as where the furniture and wall hangings are going to go. Paint colors have yet to be determined. I will need some drapes for the front two windows, and a blind and drapery rod for my bedroom (I'm not giving up on the red silk just yet, I don't think.)

I have decided that the front formal living room is going to have the small curio case - maybe another one curio case eventually. Glass front antique book case. Two black leather arm chairs. Big curio case. The two big Continental airlines posters. It's going to be the airline memorabilia room. In the great room, the piano, the stereo/home theater, and all the movie posters. The kitchen is going to have clear counters, I've decided. Only the coffee maker and the knife rack are going to be "out."

I had lunch today with John (Big John, not John too) at Baba Yega, and we sat right outside the patio. I was looking out the windows at the lavish riot of plants and thought "that's how I want my patio to look."

It's going to require some work, but I want to be able to look out through that patio window and see plants, leaves, flowers, flowing water ... yup.

The stairwell is two stories tall, and has three great walls for hanging "stuff." So, I've decided to finally have all of my 1938 20th Century Limited stuff framed, and hang the "trains," as my Dutch Auntie called them in the stairwell, and hang the other curio (the one with the 1938 20th Century stuff in it) at the top of the stairwell hallway. I'll get Matticia to put in some recessed cans that will highlight each of the framed, hanging prints and the curio.

Still waiting on the final word for loan approval. I am withholding shaking the money tree until I know what's what.

Thinking of going to bed, even though it's only 9:30. I have a headache, and am feeling like being horizontal.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

The first day of Packapalooza

Bram went out last night and picked up a swarm of boxes. I've been through the kitchen once, and have pulled out all of the stuff that's going to the church garage sale; a few more things to put in there. Rosita and Lisa are coming over at 11ish, and I have to run pick up Babs.

My friend Brian, whom I've not met in person but talk to nearly every day and think of as a confidante, has been writing in his own blog about men and .. well, how they suck. He's posted some very witty, urbane, articulate thoughts of late, and they've been making me feel plagiaristic. Rather than steal his work, I just linked you to it for your enjoyment.

I'm feeling much better about the house thing. I talked to Rosita yesterday (finally) and felt like I was reminded about what was not working for me - I was focusing on the WRONG THING. Duh. This morning, I spent some time focusing on the RIGHT thing, which makes a huge difference.

I feel like playing Bugs Bunny cartoons. Both roomies had overnight guests .. so, I pop out of bed at 0600, and they're both still engaged in sexual gymnastics from the night before. Uh .. yeah. Maybe they'll be up in time for Packapalooza.

Naw. Well, the one has to be at work before 10. We'll see.

I think Sondra is coming by this morning to get her taxes did. I have to work on a thing for PJ, so I'll get to doing that instead of calling my dad, which was what I was THINKING of doing.

I'm actively engaging in refraining from contact with people that aren't such a good thing for me.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

A note from my aunt Marie Antoinette Schwarts, follwed by a comment from me

My Fellow Americans: As you all know, the defeat of Iraq regime has been completed.
Since congress does not want to spend any more money on this war, our mission in Iraq is complete.

This morning I gave the order for a complete removal of all American forces from Iraq. This action will be complete within 30 days. It is now to begin the reckoning.

Before me, I have two lists. One list contains the names of countries which have stood by our side during the Iraq conflict.

This list is short. The United Kingdom, Spain, Bulgaria, Australia, and
Poland are some of the countries listed there.

The other list contains everyone not on the first list. Most of the world's nations are on that list. My press secretary will be distributing copies of both lists later this evening.

Let me start by saying that effective immediately, foreign aid to those nations on List 2 ceases immediately and indefinitely. The money saved during the first year alone will pretty much pay for the costs of the Iraqi war.

The American people are no longer going to pour money into third world Hell-holes and watch those government leaders grow fat on corruption.

Need help with a famine? Wrestling with an epidemic? Call France.

In the future, together with Congress, I will work to redirect this money toward solving the vexing social problems we still have at home. On that note, a word to terrorist organizations. Screw with us and we will hunt you down and eliminate you and all your friends from the face of the earth.

Thirsting for a gutsy country to terrorize? Try France, or maybe China.

I am ordering the immediate severing of diplomatic relations with France, Germany, and Russia. Thanks for all your help, comrades. We are retiring from NATO as well. Bon chance, mes amis.

I have instructed the Mayor of New York City to begin towing the many UN diplomatic vehicles located in Manhattan with more than two unpaid parking tickets to sites where those vehicles will be stripped, shredded and crushed. I don't care about whatever treaty pertains to this.

You creeps have tens of thousands of unpaid tickets. Pay those tickets tomorrow or watch you're precious Benzes, Bimmers and limos be turned over to some of the finest chop shops in the world. I love New York!

A special note to our neighbors. Canada is on List 2. Since we are likely to be seeing a lot more of each other, you folks might want to try not pissing us off for a change.

Mexico is also on List 2. President Fox and his entire corrupt government really need an attitude adjustment. I will have a couple extra tank and infantry divisions sitting around. Guess where I am going to put em? Yep, border security. So start doing something with your oil.

Oh, by the way, the United States is abrogating the NAFTA Treaty - starting now.

We are tired of the one-way highway. Immediately, we'll be drilling for oil in Alaska - which will take care of this country's oil needs for decades to come. If you're an environmentalist who opposes this decision, I refer you to List 2 above: pick a country and move there. They care.

It is time for America to focus on its own welfare and its own citizens. Some will accuse us of isolationism. I answer them by saying, "darn tootin."

Nearly a century of trying to help folks live a decent life around the world has only earned us the undying enmity of just about everyone on the planet. It is time to eliminate hunger in America.

It is time to eliminate homelessness in America. It is time to eliminate World Cup
Soccer from America. To the nations on List 1, A final thought.

Thanks guys. We owe you and we won't forget.

To the nations on List 2, a final thought: You might want to learn to speak Arabic.

God bless America. Thank you and good night.


My reply (to my father..)

The first thing about this idea is - we give VERY little foreign aid to anyone. A myth, just like the welfare mothers in Cadillacs (that probably also upsets the writer.) The vast bulk of our foreign aid (in directly contributions or "loans" to buy stuff from us - giveaways) is to Israel and Egypt.

The idea that France or Germany bear reason to suffer because of our invading a sovereign nation without their help and assistance is ludicrous. Severing diplomatic ties over their unwillingness to support what now, in anyone's eyes, was an unjustified attack based on fabricated imaginings indicates that the writer of this screed has very little understanding about the legal relationships between countries. Severing diplomatic ties is, in essence, a declaration of war.

Next, the idea that the president can "instruct" the Mayor of New York to do ANYTHING is so patently absurd and contrary to the "Republican" core value of having local government make their own decisions, I don't even know where to go with it.

The cars that have accumulated these tickets have done so on the basis of diplomatic immunity. This international accommodation is well-set into law, and taking any action of this nature would be tantamount to our abrogating hundreds of years of international law, and would open up the entire question of diplomatic immunity, negatively affecting our own diplomats abroad, and hampering our efforts to accomplish ANYTHING.

Of course, these idiots would think that's just fine.

President Fox of Mexico has already had his replacement elected, although that election is contested. Apparently, the writer of this screed isn't up to date on foreign affairs, but that's no surprise.

How does NAFTA play into the refusal of other nations to participate in an unjustified attack on a sovereign member of the United Nations which was threatening no other country? Perhaps I'm daft, but NAFTA was a treated shoved down OUR throats by the conservative, free trade, globalize your job to Pakistan crowd - the same crowd that spawn the idiot who wrote this note.

Mexico, by the way, does do something with its oil already. They sell it to us. Nearly all of it.

And, Geo. 43 has BROKEN the Army. I doubt we could successfully invade Mexico at this point.

Perhaps the writer of this lunacy should do a little fact-based research - our Alaskan oil is mostly sold to the Japanese and the Asian market; almost none of it comes here to the US. And, those reserves are quite depleted in Alaska. Those wells are under pressured and not producing as they were in the 1970s.

Nearly half a century of screwing with other people's governments, to ensure the fair and free market for our corporations that controlled those foreign marketplaces? I can understand why this has earned us the undying enmity of just about everyone on the planet. We've actively overthrown the governments of Iraq, Iran, Egypt, most of Africa, Vietnam, the Philippines, ALL of South and Central America - TWICE, virtually run Germany and Japan until recently .. and "nearly half a century?" 1947 - 2007 IS a half century.

So, in addition to taking our plastic pail and shovel and leaving the sandbox, we should kick out World Cup Soccer, a sport that was recently introduced to the US by one of the largest liquor distributors in the US, who lives here in Houston, by the way. A sport that garners fewer attendees and fans than does high school football? What would that accomplish, other than to make us look like immature, ill-bred whiners?

This, in my mind, summarized what immature bullies the Conservatives (since Reagan) are. They are nothing more than spoiled children, who, when denied the candy that they want at the check-out, start screaming that they're abused and that everything's against them. So, they'll just sit on the floor and pout and scream, thinking that it will get them what they want.

They fail to see or consider that every adult in their controlled environment just leaves. And, they don't come back.

Sometimes, you just get lucky

God, the universe, fate, whatever it is that you believe in, always provides you with just what you need when you need it.

It just is frustrating that we can't see that we really DON'T need the winning lotto numbers, we need another brick upside the head to have us learn what we're ignoring or putting up with.

Sometimes, the brick hits you with a big SPLACK. And, if you're paying attention, you've just collected a damned lucky brick.

If you're lucky enough to collect that brick, you can finally put together some things that have been bothering you for years, holding you back, keeping you from being who you could be.

So, thanks to the big lucky brick. I've been clear for a long time that I won the brick lotto, it just takes a while to connect 49 years' worth of dots once you get the brick.

Monday, February 05, 2007

Gay Rights Activists Introduce Initiative that Would Require Children in Marriages

Feb 5, 2007 04:09 PM

KENNEWICK, Wash.- A new initiative is turning heads around the state as the gay-marriage debate heats up again.

Washington Secretary of State Sam Reed has accepted Iinitiative 957, a response by gay rights activists to a State Supreme Court ruling last summer.

The Washington Supreme Court ruled that the state could prevent gay and lesbian couples from marrying because the state has a legitimate interest in preserving marriage for procreation.

The Washington Defense of Marriage Alliance then filed the initiative.

I-957 has five clauses that would have to be met for a legal marriage.

It would allow only couples capable of having kids to marry, and that they file "proof of procreation" within three years of the marriage. If not, the marriage would be annulled.

Many people think the law is over the top.

Leaders at a Kennewick church with gay and lesbian members feel the same.

"There are many marriages that are not about having children. There are many couples who marry later in life, they marry for companionship, they marry because they want to create a family," said the Reverend Janet Pierce.

"They don't necessarily marry to have children," Pierce said.

I-957 would also force couples who married out of state to show the same proof of procreation or their marriage wouldn't be recognized, and it would become a criminal act for anyone in an unrecognized marriage to get marriage benefits.

To make it on the November ballot they need 224,800 signatures by July 6.

Sunday, February 04, 2007

So, I think I've decided to:

Go big with Skype, and get a SkypeIN telephone number..

Get a Skype phone for use at the office, and a Skype/Analog phone for
use at home

I found a software program that has my Treo automatically forward
incoming calls to a pre-set telephone number when the Treo is in it's
cradle - I'll have it forward to the Skype In number. That will give
me clearer signal; one of my difficulties is the poor Sprint signal
when I'm in the office or at home.

I'll publish just one phone number, the Sprint number. If I'm at the
office, the incoming phone calls will come into the Skype line. At
home, same thing. I can make outbound calls from the Skype line.

At home, I can call TWC and tell them to either drop the price on the
phone service, or I can cut it off.

The Sprint minutes, now at 2500/month, could be dropped down to about
400, saving almost $100 a month. If I turn off the TWC digital phone
and cut the Sprint minutes in that fashion, I'd have saved about $140
a month.

I'll start encouraging people to move to Skype for telephony; it's
very big overseas. If both callers are on Skype, the calls are free.
Free free free.

Saturday, February 03, 2007

Saturday sabbath

Watching season two of "Carnivale." It's just plain disturbing and weird. I love it. Bram called, wanting to talk about having dinner, and so I'm making chicken and rice and cornbread.

I exchanged a few emails with my best friend from college today. He's doing well with his new business it seems. I asked him if he'd given any consideration to traveling on the QM2 cruise that I want to go on. He said that he felt too old, out of shape and unwilling to put up with "a ship of young party animals."

I say that we'll have the run of the place from 0700 to noon, and scroom.

I had a day of rest today; Saturdays are the only day I can do that. I still have to pull together some definitions for myself for tomorrow morning.

I'm going to be glad to move to the old townhouse in a week or so. I was thinking that it is going to be a shame to have to abandon the blue leather sofa that's been in my bedroom; I just don't know that it will fit in my new bedroom.

I was going to buy two XM Innos - one for me and one for John II. I thought about it for three days - and decided that trying to please John II wasn't a good move, and that I'd just never use a portable XM radio myself. My money would be better spent on upgrading to a Treo 700p, since my Treo is half dead. There is a car mount kit that I want to put in my car that will make it easier to see and use, has a built in charger, and will allow me to use the Treo as a navigation device which is VERY cool.

I've been looking at all of the stuff that I have here in the house that hasn't been used since I've moved in here. The clearance sale is going to just get bigger. Appliances that haven't been used are going out on sale, glassware, vases, tschotkes, wall art, printed music, CDs, books, dishes, collectibles, and so on.

Some of this will be donated to the church for the garage sale, some donated to the church for use at the church, and some listed on eBay for sale. If I can find someone to help me with the digital camera work and the uploading. Other than that, it's ALL going over to the eBay consignment store. Yurg.

In my mind, I'm already moving. I'm seeing what's going where, how things go together, so on.

I think John II is going to end up moving in with his girlfriend fairly soon - by spring, anyway. He's spending 100% of his time with her.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

So funny to be the one with the inside joke, and not able to say anything at all about it. The innuendo and synchroncity is sometimes exquisitely painful.

I've just found a bunch more Marvin the Martian stuff on eBay. Really fun stuff.

I'm sorry in a lot of ways to be leaving this house. I'm also not sorry; it's in need of so much attention, and there is so much about it that I don't yet know. It's expensive to keep up, and it's expensive to keep warm or cool. I'm excited about the new house in some ways, but mostly because of the stability that it will represent. I have some ideas to upgrade and improve it, but those aren't anything that must be done. I'm going to clip out a bunch of these climbing ivy plants and have them growing up the brick walls in the patio. I'm thinking that the patio can be neatly made into a lush green garden spot. I had thought about a hot tub, but I'm thinking instead of a fountain. Obviously, the coy pond won't be going in there, as I'd have to build up a pile of dirt to sink it into, and it would occupy a lot of space. The hot tub would occupy even more.

So, it's going to be a tranquil, green garden space, with seating, and green climbing the walls, hanging in baskets, and peppered with the color of flowers. I think that the hibiscus and the rubber trees will do great out there, as will all of the hanging baskets.

This buildup to breakthrough is frustrating. I feel like I should be able to process through this much more easily than I'm doing. I'm clear about the behavior patterns that are the outward manifestations of the beliefs. I'm clear about the ways that those patterns hold me back. I'm clear that this way is not how I want to continue on. I just can't get clear on it.

Perhaps the Psych-K seminar will solve some of these issues. If I like it, I'm going to get trained as a Psych-K instructor.

My next thing is to create my budget goals, and then reverse engineer the milestones to reach them.

It's clouding over. I wonder if that's related to my desire to have a big old nap.

Saturday, January 27, 2007

Bitch, bitch, bitch

What is it with me making agreements that are broken? I guess, more importantly, why is it that I keep seeking out people to participate? Why do I just not push forward alone, and make it happen?

I don't give many chances - when someone's agreed to participate with me, and then chooses more interesting plans without giving even lip service to the broken engagement, I just refuse to make further plans with them. And, I tell him straight to their face that I won't make further arrangements because they don't keep their agreements.

I'm wrestling with the lack of clarity in determining what is intuition, and what is expecting a repetition of previous events. Where is the line between my own thoughts creating an environment and looking outside, seeing that it's overcast, there's water dripping from the roof, and puddles outside and concluding that it's raining?

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Where do you make a difference?

How do you intervene in institutionalized child abuse and the adult aftermath? How do you help someone without yourself being taken over by their need? How do you tell someone that they need professional help in such a way that they take no offense and take action?

It's so difficult to love someone who is in so deep. In observing this, it seems to me that many people who come from this background cannot be thought responsible for their own choices - behavior being so automatically programmed - that they need protection and help, not punishment and recrimination.

And yet, where is the line of personal responsibility - both mine and theirs?

The law of attraction is so clear in observation - meaning, when I am the observer. People's fears express themselves most crisply, in the face of their complete blindness.

How does one use this ability to see for good?

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Thursday thoughts

Today was a pretty rugged day from the perspective of appearances.

My mortgage lender went out of business this week. So, we're starting over from scratch. I spent several hours wrestling with a collection agency on a 25 year old account that was resolved years ago. I'll have to hire Mike the lawyer AGAIN. Yurg.

Maybe this time it will ultimately not cost me a bunch of money.

I came home early today to work on some book keeping, and I didn't get a lick of it done.

So, just in case you're wondering why this blog is now invitation only, it's because my former employer MJV cannot seem to stop using the posts in my blog against me. After two such incidents in the last two weeks, I just figured .. it's time for the blog to go private.

I'm just tired. Tired and cranky, I guess. I need to make up the bed, fold up the white laundry and figure out what tomorrow is going to be about.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Tuesday that feels like Monday AGAIN

What's up with all of these holidays? We just barely got everyone back to work from Christmas, and .. poof! Another Monday off.

The weather is rolling in, though.

The desk is all whistle-y clean this afternoon. I brought in more stuff this morning, including my undergrad diploma. It's pretty cool in here in my workspace.

There's still more stuff to bring in from home.

Joshy was by this morning; he brought me some tickets to HGO tomorrow night. He's such a great guy.

About time to head for home; Bram wants to take the "family" to dinner tonight; however, the details are murky.

Monday, January 15, 2007

Pride schmide

So, after who knows how long wandering down the streets of Montrose, the Pride Committee in Houston has finally summoned up the balls to evaluate whether some progress may be appropriate.

In announcing that they were thinking of making Pride a weekend event, moving the thing to a cooler time of year, and moving it downtown, they stirred up a hornet's nest. The "community leaders," most of whom couldn't give a rat's ass about anything other than their own prejudices, have beat the jungle drums and threatened to hold a competing festival.

How Martin Luther King Day of us.

They've been screaming the loudest about how there was inadequate "community input." What community? The A&F boy whores hate the old guys, the leather guys, the bisexuals, the lesbians, and the muscle bound gym rats hate anyone with a chest narrower than 56", the meth heads think everyone's wrong that isn't smoking their brand of kool-aid, and the leather daddies hate everyone who isn't at the Ripcord watching the public displays of sex after midnight. Hate, hate, hate. There is no more fragmented and bigoted collection of self-loathing, self-righteous, opinionated shallow bastards around.

Whoops! Am I bitter again?

Anyway, a guy I know is on the executive committee of the Pride organization, and on Saturday I sent him an email after reading all of this self-aggrandizing nonsense in the Chronicle.

Here's my email:


Here are my thoughts as a member of the "community."


* Just which Montrose area businesses would suffer? The only Montrose area businesses that still support the parade are bars (Armstrong Omniverse, Ripcord, Rich's and BRB) Hollywood (whose business wouldn't be impeded in the slightest and that's about it. Our "gay area" has NEVER had the cohesive retail or commercial environment that has Chicago, San Francisco, Seattle, DC or Dallas.
* The bulk of gay "community" members no longer live in the Montrose. They live in the Heights, in Midtown, in Westbury, all over the place.
* The largest "supporters" of the parade in the last five years have been churches (which will hunt us down no matter where we hold it,) and multi-national corporations (Countrywide, Chase, etc.) They'll follow us wherever.
* The proposal of the pride board would provide us with an even playing field for the other major festivals in town - a downtown parade, and a "fair"
* In large part, attendance at the parade in the last five years has NOT been "community" members, it has included members of the metropolitan population
* Improving the quality of the parade and festival would enhance its appeal
* Creating a fair in the manner of other metropolitan community events would create new sources of revenue for the Pride Committee
* My most important point - it has long been the "goal" of the unfocused gay "community" to be accepted and integrated into the metropolitan population. The proposal set forth by the Pride Committee, in my opinion, would put us on a footing with the other significant metropolitan celebrations. We'd be just another celebration, fully integrated and accepted by the whole. Stroller traffic would increase.
* By setting ourselves on an equal footing with other celebrations, the entire focus of the celebration would be on the content and the presentation to create its distinguishing nature. I think that is a very good thing.
* Security would be dramatically enhanced by the Committee's proposal.
* Parking would be greatly improved by the Committee's proposal.
* Attendance would increase, and out of town attendance would increase. Frankly, how the farck are we supposed to compete with Chicago, San Francisco and New York for pride on the same weekend? Dallas does VERY well with their fall Pride celebration.
* Change is ALWAYS resisted. However, the only universal non-changing constant is that everything WILL change.

I am very pleased with the committee's proposal, and I hope it is implemented without fear or concern.


My friend just wrote me that he was so thankful for my opinion. They're all wondering who dropped the poppers in the punch bowl, as it was NO SECRET AT ALL WHAT THEY WERE THINKING. Hell, I knew about it, and I'm about as disconnected with fagdom as you can get.

I'm the only Houston homo who hadn't tipped John II in his speedo, after all.

Here's the sum of the opposition's complaint:

Dear Members of the Board of Pride Houston :

I regret that a long-planned trip keeps me from being with you in person today, but I am writing to express my opposition to any proposal to move the location and date of the Houston Pride Parade. The parade was born in Montrose, has grown with Montrose, and every year explodes with pride in Montrose. Please do not risk the irreparable damage that could come from moving our parade from the one place all GLBT Houstonians can call home.

Two days ago, a group of people from our community came together at the GLBT Community Center and formed People Opposed to Moving Our Parade Out of Montrose (POMPOM). Today, you will receive a list of our points opposing the moving of our parade. Among the attendees were 8 former Pride Marshals and many leaders and representatives of local organizations and businesses. I wish you all would have been there. I cannot imagine anyone being a part of the outpouring of emotion in that packed room who would still favor moving our parade.

Montrose is where our community’s soul resides. These are the streets that nurtured us and taught us to be strong and proud even as we endured demoralizing raids and arrests and saw our loved ones perish from heinous acts of hatred or our own government’s horrid neglect. These are the streets where we first overcame the fear of performing the most mundane of acts like dining with our partners or holding their hands in public. These are the streets where our heroes, like Ray Hill, Pokey Anderson, Gary Van Ooteghem, Phyllis Randolph Frye, Jack Valinski, and so many others planned, fought, and won the battles that give us countless reasons to be proud and carry on their legacy. Despite decades of efforts to rebuild, redefine, redevelop, or redistrict the Montrose we know into oblivion, the colors of the rainbow continue to shine proudly in this resilient, remarkable neighborhood and never more so than at our parade. Pride Houston should lead the effort to embrace and reconfirm Montrose as our home, educate the world on our amazing history, and leave our parade where it belongs.

I am thankful for the job Pride Houston has done in making our parade such a success, and I know you want to fulfill your obligation to do what is best. You will do so if you vote against this ill-advised proposal to move our parade.


WMF, or for those of you who don't know the gay lingo - "Whatever, Mary Francis."
Linkage time - a fabulous discussion of why the email making the conservative rounds about what one should expect from the Democrats' possession of the House of Great Mischief and Theft (fka the United States Congress) will bring. Yes, it's long. But you can come back to it if you get that stupid email.

Saturday, January 13, 2007

I so want to go on this RSVP cruise in May. SO want to go. My kingdom for a suitable companion and the cash to do it.

It's only 8:30. I've spent a fair amount of time today fiddling with NeatReceipts. It's pretty cool. I need to do some more configuration, but it's going to be awesome to be able to go paperless.

Went to the Galleria today. How would have guessed? Twice in one week. The traffic was crazy.

Got my latest gadget today - a USB coffee warmer plate. It's a hoot! Off to the office it goes.

We're watching "A Knight's Tale," having eaten chili and cornbread for dinner. I also watched a German movie about gay boys playing soccer. Predictable.

I had a dream about John's dog last night. He was giving me a body hug and big kisses. He's a sweet animal.

The rain has started, even though Guy said it wouldn't be until tomorrow. Good thing I didn't wax the car today. I was thinking about it.

I have been hauling stuff out of corners, closets and cabinets to list on eBay to sell. Oof. The breakfast room is filling up.

I set Tom onto creating a myspace template for Fabulair today. That should be fun.

We cleaned the house today. That was a good thing. Sondra bought me lamp oil for my Lamberge, and it FINALLY soaked the wick sufficiently to work right. That was good. I should go unload the clean dishes out of the machine and reload the dirty ones before the morrow.

Barney's just so old and feeble, but he is as perky as always. It's like his body is giving out, but he's still the needy little bastard he's always been.

I found a website tonight that has the Pontiac factory emergency kit! Not like I need it; it turns out that everything in it I already have.

There is just NOTHING like having enough RAM. Woof.

Almost time for bed. I have another big assignment in church tomorrow.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

The more you assume, the less you know...

Last night, PJ was most contrite at receiving my broadside email (which I posted here for the amusement of all.) She hasn't called once today. A SHOCK.

Why is it that everyone single person who commented last night and this morning figured out just who I was writing about except ..

Hm. It was worth a good laugh this morning.

The course I wrote for the online company was APPROVED yesterday! YAY! How cool is that?

Business is pouring in today. Holy cripes. Telling all the freebie tax clients (from last year) that the free train ride was over has been beneficial.

Have to go meet a woman about a business plan in an hour; then, back here to get some more actual work done.

I'm trying to steel myself to swap out my ginormous computer monitor from home for the 19 incher that I've been using. Maybe later today.

Mister Car Wash, by the way (four Houston locations) has this awesome deal - $22.99 or $29.99 per month for unlimited washes.

Un. Limit. Ed.

I signed up yesterday. It's awesome!

NTB is going to put the chrome valve stems on for me for .. essentially free. WHOO HOO!

Monday, January 08, 2007

A note to PJ

Usually, when I have an email of this character to send, I hold onto it for some time and then reflect. However, your re-entry into today has brought with it the return of a pattern of behavior that I have been without for some years, and that I am unwilling to again engage in. So, without further editing, here we go:

Back when I worked for you full-time, you pretty much had control over access to my time and attention.

Now, things are totally different.

Rule #1 - you don't send an email and then call me to discuss it. If you send an email, it's an asynchronous communication - you WAIT until I answer it.
Rule #2 - you call repeatedly during a day, you are guaranteed to have NONE of your phone calls taken
Rule #3 - you hire me to write a $75 document, you get a $75 document. You do NOT get unlimited phone time. I will not revisit conversations. I will not re-send documents. I bill $150/hour for my time in 10 minute increments. I bill for listening to voice mails. I bill for reading emails. I bill for reading text messages.
Rule #4 - triangulation (getting someone else to call me to obtain the priority you think you're not getting) will drop you down into the basement on priority
Rule #5 - If I'm on the phone with someone else, I do not answer the phone. Ever.
Rule #6 - I don't answer the phone after 5:30 and before 9:00. Ever.
Rule #7 - If you call or email before 9:00 or after 5:30, you still get billed for my processing that communication, even if you don't talk to me.

These are for starters. I no longer provide anxiety support. I don't care about stories or who did what to whom. I am focused on business. I'm working for myself, and that means for my benefit; doing a $75/job and taking 25 phone calls reduces my hourly effective rate by more than half.

I'm being generous about the 25 phone calls.

I spent more than two hours today dealing with the matter from today, and I still don't have credit reports. Once I get credit reports, there just isn't much to talk about - there's just work to be done.

Talking may feel like it's moving something in your reality, but on my side - it's just distraction.

Normally, I'd be more diplomatic in my communication with you, but after having worked with you since 1993, I've come to realize that only blunt force will get your attention and hopefully, interrupt your aggressive pattern which disrupts everyone around you.


Will she pay attention? Stay tuned...

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Where are the buyers?

These purported buyers for stuff off of CL have all bailed. The desktop is still mostly busted, inasmuch as it won't connect to the internet. The model trains from eight years ago have all been repatriated, the Phaeton shrine is all in a box and waiting to be sold back out on eBay.

It's only 1800, and Guy and J1 are heading over for a while. I have cornbread in the oven, and chicken breasts go into the oven right after. John II and his friend Mike have just returned from the gym, and are fooling around in the living room.

The sheets are in the dryer, and are going on the bed in a moment. Chuck's headed home from B'ham.

a tad later

Guy and J1 have just departed. J1 fixed the desktop-ish. I need to go out there and get it going.

Big day in church tomorrow; I need to get my mind in the right place for it. John II is starting to attend church with me in the morning.

Whatever happened to Joel?

Receive/Departure Code RA Receive Date Nov 3 2006
Inmate Type JC Unit LYCHNER
FBI No. XXXXXX State ID No. XXX Texas Dept. of Corrections No.XXXX


Offense(s)

Min. Date Mar 19 2007 Max. DateJan 1 0001
Sentence Begin Date Jul 23 2006
Offense County HARRIS
Offense Cause XXXXX Max. Term (ccyymmddd)00000800
Offense POSS CS COC <1G
Offense Date Nov 16 2005
Penal Code 481115
Offense Sentence Date Oct 31 2006

Thursday, January 04, 2007

Rainy Thursday

Seems that we've been having this a lot.

The rain woke me at 0330; it was hammering against the bedroom windows just next to my head. I drifted in and out with it for an hour or so, and then ninety minutes later, the clock alarm went off with the 5:59 KUHF news summary before NPR's 0600 news.

When I wandered into the kitchen a few minutes later, the mutts were in the laundry room. Somehow, the back door wasn't fully shut, it was standing open, and the mutts decided that shelter was better than none.

Nine months and they FINALLY decide to come inside. Of course, the floor was a mess. I'll not wager how much of it was rainwater and how much was .. something other. However, it's all mopped up, the laundry room smells like wet mutt, and off we go.

Off to the chiropractor!

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Move me baby

My Wish for You in 2007

May peace break into your house and may thieves come to steal your debts. May the pockets of your jeans become a magnet of $200 bills. May love stick to your face like Vaseline and may laughter assault your lips! May your clothes smell of success like smoking tires and may happiness slap you across the face and may your tears be that of joy. May the problems you had forget your home address! In simple words ............ May 2007 be the best year of your life!!!

I have just found the COOLEST desk toy.

I've been working since I got home at 1500. I'm just wiped. Time to go to bed so I can get up and do it all again. I have five different appointments tomorrow. Yurg.
LORDY, LORDY, HE DID NOT SPECIFY. As if you didn’t have enough reasons to hope or pray there is not a major attack on the United States this year, Pat Robertson offers another: He says God told him there will be one, late in 2007. Unfortunately, though able to specify the time of year, God did not reveal to the good Reverend the nature of the attack. “I’m not necessarily saying it’s going to be nuclear,” Robertson told his “700 Club” audience last night. So, not necessarily, but it just might be nukes.

Robertson’s prediction comes the same week we learned that a quarter of Americans believe Christ will return to the earth at some point in 2007. Suddenly, just three days into 2007, I find myself already longing for 2008 so Robertson and the millenialists can be proved wrong … again.
LORDY, LORDY, HE DID NOT SPECIFY. As if you didn’t have enough reasons to hope or pray there is not a major attack on the United States this year, Pat Robertson offers another: He says God told him there will be one, late in 2007. Unfortunately, though able to specify the time of year, God did not reveal to the good Reverend the nature of the attack. “I’m not necessarily saying it’s going to be nuclear,” Robertson told his “700 Club” audience last night. So, not necessarily, but it just might be nukes.

Robertson’s prediction comes the same week we learned that a quarter of Americans believe Christ will return to the earth at some point in 2007. Suddenly, just three days into 2007, I find myself already longing for 2008 so Robertson and the millenialists can be proved wrong … again.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Sometimes, decisions are good ones

So, the bank/owner of the house has orally suggested that they've made their bottom line offer, and no other discussion is available.

Uh, okay. Have fun owning that beast until halfway through the next presidential term.

I feel like I have THREE do-overs going on at the same time. First, I got called back to work with John. Second, I get to buy back this house I used to live in and live in it without step-entanglements or misunderstandings. Third, when I used to live in that house, I had a ... RED PONTIAC. What a riot.

I've spent most of tonight listing stuff for sale on Craigslist. Better to sell it than move it. Already getting some interest; coming up next, model cars, sheet music, book music, model trains, the Phaeton collection .. all coming to an eBay auction near you.

Tuesday that feels like Monday

Weight Watchers has two new things; free registration this week and a
monthly pass for forty bucks - which is a BIG discount and includes
unlimited meetings and free online access. I'm going to go join ASAP.
The holiday diet disaster has affected my waistline negatively. I
also haven't really been exercising - I just am not a self-starter
when it comes to that, yet.

I'm looking at all of this crap in this house - all the barware - where did it all
come from? I hardly use any of it. I'm also thinking - how are we
all three of us going to fit into this townhouse? We'll have to move
the metal desk/computer stand to the church and what of the "free"
exercise equipment? I'm planning on selling the stainless
refrigerator and the mostly dead electric dryer on Craigslist. Heh
heh.

We took my mutts and Tyson out on leash into the front sidewalk
yesterday for a formal meeting/greeting. Barney was reasonably well
behaved, but Tyson is very jittery around both of them. Tyson tried
to lick Jackie's butt out - her tooshie was soaking wet by the time we
decided nothing further was going to develop.

No mail today, no government offices open to speak of, no nothing due to the funeral of Gerald Ford. Was it like this for R. Reagan? I don't recall.

Mentally, I'm already moved into the new place. I am focusing on the logistics of packing all this crap up and labeling it, then efficiently moving it to the new place. Another unpacking party lurks!

Fascinating article about oil here.

Today is the national day of mourning for Gerald Ford, who hailed from Grand Rapids - which was my birthplace. When I was a tot, he was first elected to the US House of Representatives. My aunt was married to the GM of Berger Chevrolet there, and they (the Ford camp) asked whether they could use my aunt's 1957 T-bird in a parade. My aunt dragged me and my sister along, and her husband cautioned: "Better not let those kids be exposed." My aunt says all along she knew we were little queers.

Turns out, that's not how it was with Jerry:



Former President Gerald Ford believes the federal government should treat gay couples the same as married couples, including providing equal Social Security and tax benefits. Ford's views, expressed in an exclusive telephone interview, make him the highest-ranking Republican ever to endorse equal treatment for gay couples.

"I think they ought to be treated equally. Period," Ford declared. Asked specifically whether gay couples should get the same Social Security, tax and other federal benefits as married couples, he replied, "I don't see why they shouldn't. I think that's a proper goal."



Here's to ya, Jerry.

Monday, January 01, 2007

This is fun

Jan. 2, 2007, 12:36AM
Just FYI: Bad bosses can do more than annoy

By BRENT KALLESTAD
Associated Press

TALLAHASSEE, FLA.— For most people, it's back to work today after a holiday weekend with family and friends. And for many, a new study shows, it will be under a bad boss.

Nearly two of five bosses don't keep their word and more than a fourth bad-mouth those they supervise to co-workers, the Florida State University study shows.

Those all-too-common poor managers create plenty of problems for companies as well, leading to poor morale, lower production and higher turnover.

"They say that employees don't leave their job or company, they leave their boss," said Wayne Hochwarter, an associate professor of management in the College of Business at Florida State, who joined with two doctoral students to survey more than 700 people about how their bosses treat them.

"No abuse should be taken lightly, especially in situations where it becomes a criminal act," said Hochwarter.

Employees stuck in an abusive relationship experienced more exhaustion, job tension, nervousness, depressed moods and mistrust, the researchers found. They found that a good working environment is often more important to employees than pay, and that it's no coincidence that poor morale leads to lower production.

"They were less likely to take on additional tasks, such as working longer or on weekends, and were generally less satisfied with their job," the study found. "Also, employees were more likely to leave if involved in an abusive relationship than if dissatisfied with pay."

The results of the study are scheduled for publication in the Fall 2007 issue of The Leadership Quarterly, a journal read by consultants and managers.

The findings include:

• 37 percent of workers said their supervisor failed to give credit when due.
• 31 percent said their supervisor gave them the "silent treatment" in the past year.
• 23 percent said their supervisor blamed others to cover up mistakes.
Workers in bad situations should stay optimistic, Hochwarter said, because the supervisor will eventually move on. "You want the next boss to know what you can do for the company."

Workers should know where to turn if they feel threatened or discriminated against, he said, whether it is the company's grievance committee or finding formal outside representation.

Hochwarter also recommended how to counteract an abusive supervisor.

"The first is to stay visible at work," he said. "Hiding can be detrimental to your career, especially when it keeps others in the company from noticing your talent and contributions."

As I recall, I developed diabetes (which does NOT run in my family on either side) after having to take anti-anxiety medications to compensate for TWO bosses in a row; PJ whose management style was to shout down instructions over the cell phone while driving through McDonald's, never to commit anything to email, to deny any crazy scheme that didn't pan out as having come from her, and who took all the credit for anything good that happened. This followed immediately by another, who managed by Instant Messenger, who manipulated the business expenses of four offices to reflect that mine had no income (and therefore, I had no profit sharing,) who refused to show me any financial performance once my office became inarguably profitable, who dumped a 17 year old untrained bimbo in my lap as a paid employee (charged against my profit sharing of course,) just because she had great tits, and then tried to have me jailed after reading hereabouts what I really thought. Ah, then, from that I went into an employment/principal engagement wherein my then best friend lied to my face about their company and its prospects.

Thank God my life has moved on. Craziness. It took them this long to figure out that stress in the workplace causes health damage?

I had a conversation on NYE with Bram about psychosomatic causes of illness and he wasn't having much of it. I think I'll send this to him.

Sunday, December 31, 2006

The Daffodil Principle

"What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others in this world was and is immortal.

The Daffodil Principle.....

Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, "Mother, you must come to see the daffodils before they are over." I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead . "I will come next Tuesday", I promised a little reluctantly on her third call.

Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and reluctantly I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house I was welcomed by the joyful sounds of happy children. I delightedly hugged and greeted my grandchildren.

"Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in these clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see badly enough to drive another inch!"

My daughter smiled calmly and said, "We drive in this all the time, Mother."

"Well, you won't get me back on the road until it clears, and then I'm heading for home!" I assured her.

"I was hoping you'd take me over to the garage to pick up my car."

"How far will we have to drive?"

"Oh...just a few blocks," Carolyn said. "But I'll drive. I'm used to this."

After several minutes, I had to ask, "Where are we going? This isn't the way to the garage!"

"We're going to my garage the long way," Carolyn smiled, "by way of the daffodils."

"Carolyn," I said sternly, "please turn around."

"It's all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience."

After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand lettered sign with an arrow that read, " Daffodil Garden ."

We got out of the car, each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, as we turned a corner, I looked up and gasped.

Before me lay the most glorious sight. It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it over the mountain peak and its surrounding slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, creamy white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, and saffron and butter yellow. Each different-colored variety was planted in large groups so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers.

"Who did this?" I asked Carolyn.

"Just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the property. That's her home." Carolyn pointed to a well kept A-frame house, small and modestly sitting in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house. On the patio, we saw a poster. "Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking" was the headline.

The first answer was a simple one. "50,000 bulbs," it read.

The second answer was, "One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and one brain."

The third answer was, "Began in 1958."

For me, that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before, had begun, one bulb at a time, to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountaintop.

Planting one bulb at a time, year after year, this unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived . One day at a time, she had created something of extraordinary magnificence, beauty, and inspiration. The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration.

That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time--often just one baby-step at time--and learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world.

"It makes me sad in a way," I admitted to Carolyn. "What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty years ago and had worked away at it 'one bulb at a time' through all those years? Just think what I might have been able to achieve!"

My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way. "Start tomorrow," she said.

She was right. It's so pointless to think of t he lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson of celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, "How can I put this to use today?"

Use the Daffodil Principle.

Stop waiting...
Until your car or home is paid off;
Until you get a new car or home;
Until your kids leave the house;
Until you go back to school;
Until you finish school;
Until you clean the house;
Until you organize the garage;
Until you clean off your desk;
Until you lose 10 lbs;
Until you gain 10 lbs;
Until you get married;
Until you get a divorce;
Until you have kids;
Until the kids go to school;
Until you retire;
Until summer;
Until spring;
Until winter;
Until fall;
Until you die...

There is no better time than right now to be happy.
Happiness is a journey, not a destination.
So work like you don't need money
Love like you've never been hurt, and
Dance like no one's watching .

Saturday, December 30, 2006

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Saturday

Here I am, sitting in a pile of unboxed Christmas crap, thinking about Psy-K and what comes next in several regards. I have to prepare for tomorrow's burning bowl and goal setting service. Tomorrow, I must clean up and prepare for the arrival of a few friends to hang out for Amateur night.

The last party in the Warwickshire house.

I've already organized things at the new place in my mind, what to paint, what colors in some cases, drapes, blinds, all sorts of things. My cars in the garage, the plants on the patio and a bunch MORE plants for the patio. How to pack and move. The whole shooting match.

Now, I'm looking forward to having this house behind me. It's been a struggle from the beginning. I've had excellent results OUT of the struggle, but I'm glad it's going into the past.

It's late, I need to walk Tyson, and then put myself into bed. Big Jeremy says he's coming over in the morning and going to church with me, but should I hold my breath? I dunno.

Thursday, December 28, 2006

A 7/4 year coming on my 3 life path

Tonight, I had a consultation with Cassandra, which was FABULOUS. She told me that I have a 3 life path, and that I have a 7/4 year coming on. Nose to the grind stone, organization (for me that would be organization to the extreme,) creativity expressed, lots of travel. We talked about different things in front of me, and she said that a change in environment would be the right thing. We talked about the choices in front of me, and she was most favorable about the townhouse I lived in all those years back.

I felt the same way about it to begin with.

So, I've decided to make my choice in that direction. I've already started visualizing what goes where. I'm going to put in Pella double paned windows, a higher efficiency air conditioner, new insulation in the attic, and a tankless water heater. The goal is to reduce the cost of living there to as close to just the annual taxes as possible.

And, this townhouse is something I can lock up behind me, set the alarm and leave for four days, or a week, or two weeks. No yard to maintain.

This is a property I could pay off within a couple of years.

And, sink the rest of the money I earn next year into travel, cash investments and development.

More to say about all of this later. I must to bed; leaving the house before 5:45 tomorrow morning.

Flu Stories: Bird Flu Deaths in 2006 Exceed Prior 3 Years Combined

Cross posted from Daily Kos


If you don't write about a problem, does it go away? Whether it's global warming, Afghanistan or H5N1 the answer is no. The headline is from Bloomberg:

Bird flu killed three members of a family in Egypt, pushing the number of fatalities worldwide this year to 79, more than reported in the previous three years combined...

"In the second half of 2006, there was a steep decline in the number of case reports, although similar declines occurred in 2004 and 2005, but were then followed by resurgences," the influenza team at the European Centre for Disease Surveillance and Control in Stockholm wrote in a Dec. 21 report in Eurosurveillance Weekly

Females are over-represented among H5N1 patients aged 10-29 years, possibly because it is usually young people and women who look after domestic poultry, the influenza team said.

``Human-to-human transmission, as indicated by cluster size, is still extremely inefficient, as it was a decade ago when the first human-to-human transmission took place in Hong Kong..."

The total number of infected is 261 worldwide, with the virus killing 157 as of today (a case fatality rate of 60%. In comparison, the devastating Spanish Flu of 1918 had a 2.5% CFR). So what's the big deal about a few hundred overseas cases? As John Oxford put it while reviewing Michael Greger's book on the topic:

However, the book fails to confront the question I am asked daily: "Why are you so worried about 151 deaths from H5N1?" Well, go back to 1916, to Etaples in northern France, where a form of flu causing heliotrope cyanosis (a characteristic lavender coloration of the face) with a case fatality of 60% was beginning to spread. There were 145 cases. At some point in the next two years it mutated to become more infectious and 30 times less virulent. Then it killed 50 million people. Doesn't this ring a nasty bell?

So are we doomed? Of course not. H5N1 may never become the pandemic strain (or it may), but some other influenza A inevitably will (pandemics happens about three times every century), with varying effects - just like category 5 hurricanes). The point of keeping up with the news is to remain aware, so that policy decisions that stray into the political realm become more understandable. And policy will be made.

For example, this is a previous diary on policy decisions being considered:

Okay, so it's Science Friday, but what's that got to do with politics? Well, if your local school board has to consider the ramifications of closing the schools for 8-12 weeks, shouldn't you be involved in the process? I'd think as a parent or as an employer you'd want to be.

Expect a policy announcement in January from the Feds on the topic of NPIs and community mitigation. Stay educated so you're in a position to be part of the process at the local level, where it counts. And recognoze that this isn't just an issue for specialty sites like Flu Wiki. This is an issue for all of us.

Why would folks want to close the schools? Because St. Louis did in 1918, and Philadelphia didn't. See slide from .pdf presentation by Ben Schwartz (HHS):

In fact, school closings are at the top of the pack of non-pharmaceutical interventions to discuss. So while old and tired comments about Rumsfeld and Tamiflu are still made, the discussion has moved beyond that.

Policy is coming down the pike. it will involve you and your community. The schools may be used to teach parents and kids about potential school closures and how to do modest preps and planning to function during that time frame, which could last weeks. None of that is accidental, and none of it is in a vacuum. So, the reason to stay abreast of the news is to understand that preparation needs to be done in advance of a pandemic, and not during. Like hurricane, blizzard and other disaster prep, it is insurance for that which we hope never happens, but sometimes does.

You can always learn more here. And knowledge is power, not hype.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Home again, home again

I came home to license plates! WHOO HOOO!

I de-CarMaxed Scarlett, and attached the license plates. Pasted that screwball Texas registration sticker to the windshield. The car looks a jillion times better without the advertising all over it.

And, it's still dirty. And needs floor mats. Which I'll order next week. This morning, I found a bunch of change stuck down near the driver seat track. So, I'll go mining for treasure later today.

I'm taking Christmas down tomorrow, and working a half day. I don't expect that there's much I can get done.

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Christmas report

So, we went to Aunt Roxanne's for the day about 0930.. Corned beef, eggs, crescent rolls, etc. the 14 of them were all bellowing endlessly. They talk about nothing, and all chime in with repetitions and commentary. No one listens to anything anyone says, so a statement is repeated six times as each aunt catches on.

Then, we opened presents. That was fun, except that everyone continued to bellow over everyone else. My cousin JJ is the worst - she has to dominate everything.

Did I mention that these people are crazy?

Everyone sort of settled out, and we had some quiet time - say 75db or so. A friend of the family's stopped in, he's 91 and gets around well.

So, he's walking into the living room, trips on a game box (Scrabble) that someone thought would be well placed there instead of on the kitchen counter where it was.) down he goes like a Weeble. Hits his head on the corner of a heavy glass coffee table.

Thus, I'm at a local hospital ER with the 91 year old.

This seems to be my year for ER

Saturday, December 23, 2006

Packed and packing

Listening to the rain, and watching "The Aviator." The new HD video cables made a huge difference in the picture quality, especially when the light has dimmed down.

Mark was in town for Christmas. He and I exchanged some emails; which advanced today to telephone calls and text messages, but his family schedule and my work schedule didn't mesh enough that we could meet up. He's going back home after next week.

Everything's all packed and ready for tomorrow. Tomorrow morning, John II is going to church with me, then taking me to the airport directly after church is over.

Three days in the family. Yowie. I'm packed up with gifts, but need wrapping paper. And gift cards.

The Merlin card is working and ready for use. The Treo is cleaned up and loaded with pictures and music. Headphones are packed; all three sets thereof. Computer games. Book to read. Journal to journal in. Bag's packing all rationalized finally.


Everything old is new again - shower door edition: after nine months here, I only yesterday got the shower door's hard water stains cleaned off. I tried everything, including some acid wash that PROMISED to clean hard water stains. Nothing made a dent.

Then, in my endless research about the Phaeton, I discovered an article that discussed the surfactant that's in car wash solution, which builds up on windshields and makes everything all smeary. They suggested using Bon Ami or Bar Keeper's Friend. I bought some for Scarlett's windshield (which was a slimy mess,) and it worked GREAT. Then, I brought it inside the house, and started using it on the stainless steel pans. AMAZING. The two quart saucepan that Joseph burned out back eight years ago cleaned RIGHT out. The stainless frying pan - clean as a whistle. I went to town on the pans. Cleaned the baking sheet, right out to the corners.

Finally, yesterday afternoon late, I used it to clean the inside of the shower door. It's clean as a WHISTLE. Holy cow!

Bar Keeper's friend. Get a case.

I need to go get the headphone attachment for the Treo out of the desk upstairs. And some AA batteries. And remember to pack the charger for the Treo and its headset.