Think I'll walk out in the rain...
Trish is still working at the Double Meat Palace, home of Cow & Chicken. Last night we had a terrible thunderstorm, & she wound up taking the cab home, which is very counter-productive, as she has to work a full hour just to cover the fee. She called home, & asked for Fred's number. Fred sang at our wedding (Truly, Madly, Deeply) & comes over once in awhile to jam on guitar & keyboard. I'd thought of calling Fred when the rain started, but waited until Trish called. She asked for his number, dialed it wrong, & wound up taking the cab. When she arrived at our house I questioned her as to what number she'd dialed, & she said, "6874" when it should've been "6847", so I called & Fred had been home all evening. He's coming over to jam tonight, but has to sing at church at 5:00, & Carmen (the world-famous Car-girl) is sick, & probably won't be able to give her a ride--chance of rain tonight is 70%. We may try to see if Bryan can do it, though Trish feels he's untrustworthy--that's partially her paranoia.
Other than that, things are going fine--sort of. Biggie (my brother Dave) has gone gonzo & moved 1/2-way across the country to escape from the "government wiretap", but you can't convince him to see a psychiatrist about it, & his dingy wife doesn't believe in "addictive experimental antidepressants; why can't we give them marijuana instead? It's an herb, & it's been used for 1,000s of years", so even if we got Biggie in to see a doctor, he'd stop taking the "pills" under his wife's influence. The main reason I was worried--not that I can do anything; sooner or later he'll get court-ordered--was that he has power of attorney over my mother, & was threatening to take Union Maid out of the rest home, take her off all of her medication, & take care of her himself, cuz his wife "knows all kinds of things about medicine; she used to work in a nursing home". I thought we'd just about convinced John, who is just down the street from mother, that Dave needed to be hospitalized for a mental illness, when he found out that his medical power of attorney supercedes Dave's financial power of attorney, so Dave can't check her out of the facility, & now we're back to having Fearless Taco proclaiming that "sometimes, the government really does open people's mail". Suzanne (takes you down to the living water...) told me to just forget about the dread Blanket-man & his Karen Relationship (which is what made him psychotic; she's a Vadisystem) as there's nothing I can do about it, though it frustrates me that there's nothing that can be done about it, & that some of my family members will even defend Biggolith, but if I say there's a wiretap on the phone, it's Rootboy gone gonzo.
I've been doing a fair amount of writing recently, & think that I have "Trinities" about ready to go off to Interzone. I'll work on that some more tonight. Then it's back to work editing MINDSTORM. I've contacted yet another agent about it, & hopefully he'll think it's real atomic.
Other than that, things are going fine--sort of. Biggie (my brother Dave) has gone gonzo & moved 1/2-way across the country to escape from the "government wiretap", but you can't convince him to see a psychiatrist about it, & his dingy wife doesn't believe in "addictive experimental antidepressants; why can't we give them marijuana instead? It's an herb, & it's been used for 1,000s of years", so even if we got Biggie in to see a doctor, he'd stop taking the "pills" under his wife's influence. The main reason I was worried--not that I can do anything; sooner or later he'll get court-ordered--was that he has power of attorney over my mother, & was threatening to take Union Maid out of the rest home, take her off all of her medication, & take care of her himself, cuz his wife "knows all kinds of things about medicine; she used to work in a nursing home". I thought we'd just about convinced John, who is just down the street from mother, that Dave needed to be hospitalized for a mental illness, when he found out that his medical power of attorney supercedes Dave's financial power of attorney, so Dave can't check her out of the facility, & now we're back to having Fearless Taco proclaiming that "sometimes, the government really does open people's mail". Suzanne (takes you down to the living water...) told me to just forget about the dread Blanket-man & his Karen Relationship (which is what made him psychotic; she's a Vadisystem) as there's nothing I can do about it, though it frustrates me that there's nothing that can be done about it, & that some of my family members will even defend Biggolith, but if I say there's a wiretap on the phone, it's Rootboy gone gonzo.
I've been doing a fair amount of writing recently, & think that I have "Trinities" about ready to go off to Interzone. I'll work on that some more tonight. Then it's back to work editing MINDSTORM. I've contacted yet another agent about it, & hopefully he'll think it's real atomic.
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