December Week 3
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December Week 3
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What a man says drunk he has thought sober. Flemish proverb Monday December, 17 2001 ... Such tedium... The neighbors gave Mike a 23 year old Honda 200 four stroke for helping them move... not bad for a days work.... it still runs pretty strong. It has been poorly taken care of though and needs a bit of maintenance to ensure that it keeps running but I can do most of it... it was almost 2 quarts down on oil. He is in seventh heaven... I just hope he trashes it before he himself too bad ... I am not sure if I mentioned why I try to always use the "24 Hour Clock", I got used to it in the Navy and actually prefer it because there is no way you can get the time screwed up using Military Time. That's why the military uses it too... 10:00 and 22:00 can't be confused. I have always had a hard time with AM and PM, Tuesday and Thursday, number of days in any particular month, lots of silly things confuse me... even left and right... I am sure there is a clinical name for it... like "Selective Dyslexia" or something. It has caused me problems since I was a little kid. I could never do timed math tests or read fast enough. Comprehending what I am reading without really concentrating has always been a challenge for me. People I worked with in the Fone Phactory would always amaze me by being able to go to the manual, read a procedure, put the book back on the shelf, and go out to perform the job. I had to take the book out to the job and follow the instructions step by step. Software programs that come with one inch thick instruction books are useless to me, If I can't figure out how to use the program intuitively I put it back on the shelf... I have always considered machinery, and software that required instruction books to be poorly designed. To understand your parents' love, bear your own children. Chinese saying Tuesday December, 18 2001 ... I need to get out and get Christy some Christmas presents... she is still not very forthcoming with any ideas. I have no clue (as usual) what to get her, I wonder if I can blame that on dyslexia too... fat chance. I mentioned that the neighbors gave Mike a motorcycle... it's a Honda 200, about eighteen years old. It has a lot wrong with it, oil leaks, valves are out of adjustment, the motor mounts in the back are broken... but it still runs.. runs amazingly well as a matter of fact... the thing is... Christy and I don't want him to have it. Mike is totally irresponsible, he rides it all over the place and it's illegal as hell. This morning he thought it would be fun to buzz the car as I was taking the kids to school, he went by me on the dirt road at about 50mph, that was bad enough but he didn't see the neighbor lady coming in the opposite direction, she, luckily, had enough warning to pull to the side of the road and stop before he smashed into her... I figure he's going to get creamed pretty soon... He wants us to buy him gas, he got mad at Christy for buying Monica a soda... "You could have bought me gas with that." He called Christy "Ignorant". "You're just ignorant Mom"... I think that if Christy had had salt and pepper and a little ketchup she would have had him for dinner. He conned Christian out of a dollar to buy gas... I said I would get him some gas if he cleaned up the living room and he just got on the bike and left. He is our son, we are obligated to care for him, if he were a still a Foster Child we would have other resources but he isn't he is our problem now, in three years and ten months we can drop him off at the Army Recruiters office and let the Army worry about him... that is if they will take him. Three years is a long time. Calie is having a hard time with school... she is getting almost straight D's she seems to try hard but she won't study and she is always late turning in her homework. She used to love school but now she seems to hate it... we have no idea what changed... Calie used to get phone calls and get invited over to her friends house all the time but she hasn't been invited anywhere, Christy is thinking of "Home-Schooling" her too... damn. Autumn had a seizure at school...they handled it well. The seizure didn't last very long... a minute, maybe two, she fell down, which is unusual, it was in her jaw and neck again... this is the third one like that in about two months, I have no idea what to do about it, we will call the Neurologist tomorrow. 2130; Autumn had another
seizure... same as the one at school... she does not seem to be the least bit
phased by it. It is dangerous to be right when the government is wrong. Voltaire, philosopher (384-322 BCE)Wednesday December, 19 2001 ... I survived, Marvin used enough Novocain to paralyze an ox... it has been five hours an it's still feels weird. I get to go back in three weeks... happy day. It's starting to ache a little now... a lot actually... I may take a pain pill. Christy is working on a "Program" for a program which is not a "Pageant" but when she describes it, it sounds like one. She has been working on one aspect or another of it since about 0830... I think this is the first time I have made that observation... but, I am not fond of her chosen religion. She wants me to attend the "this is not a pageant" because my kids make up about 33% of it. I will probably go but it galls me some to lend even tacit approval of the goings on there... A long time ago I was dating a girl who convinced me to attend her "church", It was the Church of Scientology, I went not knowing a damn thing about it and I was impressed by the indoctrination process, it was really powerful. I may even have been seduced by it had I been able to attend to the schedule they laid out for me, but I was working and I needed to be at work, it really seemed to piss them off when I told them that I wouldn't be able to attend the next three meetings because I was committed to a project at work, they called me at home and at work and worked up from being "helpful" (Can you call in sick, can someone else cover for you can...) to cajoling, through being insulting and rude to being threatening... I received letters from them for a year... I have found out from others that Scientology is really scary. People have given the "church" everything they have, people disappear. 2130... going to bed...tired Thursday December, 20 2001 ... asside: I have spelled salt "sault" three times now, what sort of syndrome is that a symptom of I wonder? Am I having some sort of weird flashback to the second grade Phonics Nazi's? To continue; I took Mike to therapy, had a 'shake' and did the crossword and flirted with an adorable 2 year old Japanese baby... I wish I had had my camera... I got mike home and tried to make Christy's Printer do a scan... damn thing... HP psc 750... does beautiful work... when it works. It wouldn't work... Christy went shopping I went to give her the mail so she could deposit a check and I couldn't find it anywhere. I checked my car and tore the house apart, called the Acton Market where I had stopped to pick up sodas, they said Nope, no mail here... I hung up and went to pick up Cindy and drove down to the Market just to check for myself and sure as hell, Linda (the owner) had put it aside for safe keeping... wheeeew. I worked on the computers some more and then took Mike to meet his girlfriend, while he watched her performance I went and did some shopping... I got Christy's printer to print, Mike Gardner sent me an e-mail that when I click on Reply it locks up Outlook... weird... same thing used to happen when I got e-mail from Bruce Stein it is now 23:44.55... Tired Japanese proverb Friday December, 21 2001 ... In spite of all the whining and bitching and moaning that I do on this WebPage we made it through the year relatively unscathed. (Knock on wood, the year isn't over yet...) seems like there are no real high or low lights for us. It is impossible for me not to measure my trials and tribulations against the obscene atrocity perpetrated on innocent people by those 18 throwbacks to the Dark Ages . The wind is completely out of my sails... still. I knew no one at the World Trade Center, Pentagon or on the four planes but in a way I knew them all... That will be an event that haunts our souls forever. The concept that boggles me so thoroughly is to consider that the men that did it and the men that sent them are of the same species as I. They are human beings, they are capable of such profound hate and passion that it completely confounds me, the men in the prison that was bombed for three days fought with such bravery that, had they been Americans, they would have had songs written about them, that they are hero's to their cause is unquestionable. The fighters in the caves above Kabul... what they have endured for their beliefs is unfathomable to me... Ignorance, religion, zealotry is a lethal mixture.
I ripped this off from Jack Compere's, page (The Whispering Tube) because he is more articulate than I... and because... I like what he said: Looking Towards Heaven Written September 16, 2001 It seems strange to once again hear the jetliners roar across the sky. It's unlikely that many of the brave passengers and pilots and stews are up there out of a sheer love of flight, and the odds are better that they're just getting on with the business of living.
Saturday December, 22 2001
I cleaned at the house
while I watched football... put away a lot of the Clutter Sunday December, 23 2001 ... Christy got home at 2315... Mike is still out with the Goodman's, he's helping them move to someplace down by the beach... he's making $20, he has worked since 0830 and he probably won't be home till after midnight $20 isn't very much money for that sort of work... lets see, $20 devided by 14 Hours = $1.43 an hour... I hope he at least ate well. I just installed the "Atomic Clock" on my PC... I don't know why but is is comforting to know that my clock is set properly. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, I still have nothing of any significance to give to Christy... Damn. I hate this 11th hour crap, I must not hate it too much because I do it every year...
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