Phillip Wilson

Amazingly, I survived my Life
2011-09-30 00:05:32 (UTC)

2004 REVIEW (PART THIRTY-TWO)

August- Childersburg/Grassmere, AL (continues)

Incidentally, it was the presense of a gorgeous Black woman in a leadership brainy role that limited STAR TREK to only a season or two as a first-run show.
I forget exactly what Donna and I were “discussing” Thursday afternoon, but I remember saying “affectation.” So apparently the conversation was about a person pretending to be something s/he isn’t by nature!

(acerca de 9:43 A.M.) While “pulling” book store duty early last week, there were two large boxes for Dori Bowen, a computer “expect” at C.A.C.C. I volunteered to hand-truck the boxes to Dori’s office, as she was examining them at the bookstore. It was then that Dori described her usual method of moving boxes from the book store to her office: She drives her car around to the south end (of the administration building) entrance, take the load from the book store to her car, drive the car to the secondary entrance of the building, unload the box or boxes, then take it or them to her office. What a waste of steps! Wouldn’t it be easier and more efficient to just go directly from the book store to the office?
Why should such an energy-saving technique make me “not normal”? Dori’s method is sub-normal ! And this woman is a teacher? How pathetic!
This “conservation of energy” resulted from my association with Robert Clifton. It is probably the only thing that I got out of the “friendship”!
It was Wednesday that the above with Dori took place.

(acerca de 10:45 A.M.) It was an “educated guess”! For why do I know of sports?
Synchronized diving from the Olympics was featured on NBC (watched in the Family Room) yesterday (or Friday). I was explaining to Joyce that what makes for winning synchronized diving is the co-ordinated impact into the water: The exact same time; the corresponding spacing of the take-off point; the same angle; etc. Which is why competition requires different dives, in order that the two divers must work together as one.
Mistakes are acceptable, just so long as each partner executes the “boo-boo” at the exact same time!
I imagine synchronized diving is harder than solo diving!
The Disney Channel presented TARZAN yesterday evening. The animated film is on several levels: Racial unity, species uniqueness, etc.
As for being true to the “original” Edgar Rice Burrough (?) version, who is to say that Mr. Burrough (?) didn’t appropriate TARZAN from someone else!
Do you really believe that the Codified version of “The Illiad” is a direct transcription of Homer?
Disney Toons, as part of the HOUSE OF MOUSE program, presented “Mickey Mouse” cartoons from the 1930’s. It was when the mouse was “Stream boat Willie.” Every student of film should have a chance to see pre-Mickey Mouse animation!

(acerca de 12:48 P.M.) In “inventorying” the toys in the laundry room yesterday early evening, Kayla saw my clubs and wanted to play with them. I kept telling her that they were not for play, but for juggling (although her mother, among many others, consider juggling as child’s play; Leslie has commented to me as such) and that they were “heavy.”
Kayla continued to importune me, hoping my resistance would wear down, as no doubt she succeeds in doing with her parents, her grandmother, and granny.
Finally Joyce ended the outside period, stating that I had said “no” to her (Kayla’s) continued asking to play with the clubs.
As Kayla was walking Deah with me around 6:55, she stated that “nana is a meany!” (we were approaching the carport, having walked Deah from north to south “around” the house) and then implored me not to tell “nana” what she (Kayla) had said.
Later, Bill and Leslie came to see their daughter. In preparation for leaving, Kayla was hugging her mother. I didn’t see exactly what happened, but somehow Kayla pulled her mother, the opened kitchen door the only thing keeping Leslie and Kayla from falling on Joyce, who was standing in the kitchen/Family Room doorway. As it was, the inner doorknob of the kitchen door “dug” into the eastern wall of the kitchen.
Leslie reprimanded Kayla.
When Leslie left, Kayla bawled on Joyce’s lap. Joyce most likely enjoyed the power.
Joyce and Kayla were on the south end of the couch. I was sitting in the rocking arm chair. What went “through” my mind while Kayla was crying on Joyce’s right shoulder was the pain of childhood; that no one should have to relive her/his childhood.
No matter how painful adult years are, nothing can match the pain of growing up!

(acerca de 5:11 P.M.) Joyce was telling me the reason I would get a good paycheck thi_ month, yesterday, but I didn’t - and still don’t - understand exactly why.
The low-80⁰’s (F), much sunshine: Charley continues to be our friend, even though there are many in Florida that would argue the point.
The governor of New Jersey has recently announced that he will resign in November due to the fact that he is “gay.” Of course, that’s not the real reason: His “gay” lover was given a sinecure with the state, among other charges. But I was kidding with David during the Friday evening badminton game that Alabama’s governor Bob Riley is “coming out.”
All the homophobic people would physically murder the man!

(16th, About 6:24 A.M.) I remember one afternoon - it must have been 1986 - walking with Rhonda, while with Carson and Barnes Circus, and telling her that if it took a long-term association with Carson and Barnes Circus in order to display my best clowning, then I would do Carson and Barnes for a long time.
(Rhonda was on my right, in my mind-frame, Rhonda and I were walking from right-to-left.)
Due circumstances many of which are beyond my control, I am more or less stuck in Childersburg, AL. Fortunately, there Central Alabama Community College: It may be crappy and mis-managed, but it gives me a place to put into practice what I trained to do, just as Carson and Barnes Circus, as amateurish as it was (and is, I have no doubt), was there when I needed it.
Carson and Barnes Circus and CACC were and are there since I don’t have controll over external factors to get any place else. Both were and are the “vehicle” of last resort, in a way. So I may as well make the best of a bad situation! As with Carson and Barnes Circus, I must do my best at C.A.C.C.: Focus ambition inwardly, not outwardly.

(acerca de 6:48 A.M.) I remember being awakened by the need to pee, which I did in a bottle. I recall being exceptionally hot!
Don’t believe this nonsense that Summer of gone: It “ain’t”!
How pathetic that a half-hour of juggling traumatizes the major muscles in my body! It pains me to include juggling in my day, even though I must!
A little over two years as a “special” employee of C.A.C.C.! How many more “two years” will Ambition make me serve at C.A.C.C.?

(acerca de 1:50 P.M.) I did it again! I made my 54-year-old body do double-time! And I know how it happened: As I was returning the water hoses to the outside closet of Building “C,” Nathan Brackeen approached me (he was coming west on the sidewalk that parallels the south end of the building; I was in the process of turning, with the hand truck and water hoses in the green plastic carton, left from the same sidewalk, though I was previously headed east) and walked me to the other side (outside) to show me the mud spot where a student had slipped a few days ago.
Nathan also muddies his van in backing up.
Obviously the “mud” is just dirt today: Rain has been away for several days.
The “island” behind Building “C” shows ungrassed dirt patches that undoubtedly results in the extra-”island” mud. With sparse grass, I figure the water from Rain also causes the flooding of the southern parking area across the street, in front of Building “E.”
In addition to clearing the dirt away - more like red clay - and edging the sidewalk from the gym by hand, I also laid pine straw over the barren spots, if only temporarily: Marvin told me that he may be able to get a load of sod that is “extra” from sod-sellers.
In other words, the sod will be free of charge.
Milt tried to tell me - we were aseated in the shop outside the office, he to the right (as on leaves the office) and me to the left - that the ungrassed patches were caused by cars parking on the grass, and cars “cutting corners” to park on the concrete. But the dirt spots are too extensive for such to have happened.
Beside, even if the above is true, why wasn’t the area re-grassed years ago?
The theme song for the television show THE JEFFERSONS: “Moving on up!” I am now on teacher retirement, medical and dental benefits! I get sick days and vacation days! All for only 20 a week of work! Two years on this employment policy: That’s all I need! That is, if my body holds out!
Between above 2:10 and 3:25 yesterday afternoon, I watched C-Span 2 (a man talked about his book “Naked Olympus”), TONY BROWN’S JOURNAL (P.B.S.) and THE MCLAUGHLIN GROUP (P.B.S.).
Will the dingbat that said August is mild please raise her or his hand? Work outside for five hours and then tell me that!
Although, the lower-80⁰’s (F) are, indeed, mild for Month VIII! However, as I told Donna, part of my corporal pain is the impending visit from Rain! I use to think that to feel rain “in one’s bones” was just a joke! But the older I get, the more it becomes true! There is even science to support the non-technical “barometer”: The difference in air pressure of the atmosphere and that inside the body, or something. “Lower” animals are affected by pre-electrical storms in much the same way.
Phoebus is “speaking” as I write, but that may only be a way to divert our attention while Rain readys Itself!

(acerca de 3:00 P.M.) Heat and Hurricane Charley threw dice to see which one would control Month VIII: Heat, of course, lost.
Earl, currently a tropical storm, thinks Heat is easy to beat. It is hurrying here to throw the dice with Heat for the rest of Month VIII. Stay tuned for the results of that contest from the real Olympus!
I also watched NBC NEWS and ABC WORLD NEWS TONIGHT SUNDAY from 5:30 to 6:00.
I haven’t watched NATURE (7-7:53 P.M., P.B.S.) for several weeks until yesterday evening. The “episode” investigate Ravens: It would be to cliche, I suppose, to have use Edgar Allen Poe’s poem “The Raven”!
Then it was “Foyle’s War” (8-9:30 P.M., P.B.S.) on MYSTERY!
It’s too much to “ask” if the water leak on the hill is being fixed for me! No, it’s being repaired in order that Building “H” may have water!
But I can take pride in the fact that I pointed out from where the leak - or in this case, leaks, for there are 4-5 of them - originated!

(acerca de 3:41 P.M.) Chemical imbalance, hormones gone “haywire”: These two are blamed for much of the bad behavior of humans! Sometimes they are responsible. But many times they are not! Take for example my new employment status at C.A.C.C.: That success has “raised the bar” for me. The challenge for me now is to outdo that success!
The anxiety attacks I suffered Saturday came about because I felt I should be doing something that Kayla’s presense prevented! I like to know what!
That’s what happens when one programs one’s day: If the goal and/or schedule is not met, one feels that one has been dis-loyal to the day!l And that’s not so! Who in the hell told me that?
Imagine if people in Central and Southern Florida could only add “2 2” using a computer? Most areas in those sections of the state had their power stolen by Charley! No power, no computer, no idea what “2 2” is!
Which is why C.A.C.C. shouldn’t teach beginning math by computer!
One day last week, two females (mother and daughter?) came into the book store. The older female inquired about Math 098 (I had stopped de-boxing books to take the question).
The “lady” didn’t understand or believe me when I told her that all beginning math now on-line. Hillory, “behind” the counter, explained in “detail.”
It isn’t o’kay for men to dis-respect and/or resent women . . .

(acerca de 4:03 ) . . . but it is socially acceptable for women to dis-respect and/or resent men! There will never be equality this way!

(acerca de 4:30 P.M.) A female is taking over from Dr. Cornell: Joyce swore she is the permanant president. I tried to convince her (Joyce) that the woman is only the acting president until a Search Committee hires a permanent one.
An article in yesterday’s “The Daily Home” gives the woman’s name as Susan Sulatlo. And you know what? She is only the interim president, the acting president as I stated whoever took from Dr. Cornell.
Now, I will admitt that Ms. Sulatlo (she doesn’t have a doctorate, I understand for what Joyce said this morning) has probably been unofficially made the permanent president, but C.A.C.C. has to go “through” the legal steps in hiring a permanent president, in order to “look good” and make the selection legal.
Joyce also told me that Betty Carroll (?) of the Alex City Campus, also is sans doctorate. So there’s a chance for me yet!

(acerca de 7:05 P.M.) Being between reading projects is almost as bewildering as being between jobs! (Magazine articles don’t count as reading projects)
Kayla displays a “Miss Gloria” face: Eyes almost “shut,” a “stern” look on her (Kayla’s) face.
And Kayla is fond of saying “Do you see amusement on my face?”
Miss Gloria was a teacher Kayla “had” when she attended Pre-K.
I am almost another person when I’m around David: Because he is male, or because he is a part of television and electronic broadcasting?
One day last week Milt told me that the man that was contracted by Ronnie to “orchestrate” the trees on campus was a man he (Ronnie) went to school with. If so, then there’s a good chance that I know the “horticulturist”! “God” forgive me!
Speaking of “God”: An African American female, sitting on a bench on the “porch” just outside cosmetology, handed me a religious tract this afternoon. I trashed it in the courtyard, as I attempted to see underneath the dress of a female aseated at a picnic table (round) with another female.
It would be a shame if the between-the-thigh area of a female destroys my Career after I have worked so hard to build it!

(17th, About 6:14 A.M.) The conversation started when I walked into Ronnie’s office yesterday morning: I had gone there mainly to ask Ronnie to sign my time sheet, the last one that he will ever sign for me.
I don’t quite understand his reaction to my beyond-20 hours a week: Was it past post-20 hours that won me benefits and teacher retirement?
Avoiding my enhanced employment, I “lectured” Ronnie about Heat and how It will demand Its “day in the sun,” either these last weeks in Month VIII or in Month IX.
Ronnie then “interrupted” me and asked me if I had talked to Joyce about my benefits package. After I declared I had and thanked him for it, he shook my hand and stated his appreciation for “everything I have done.”
Ronnie and I then “discussed” his impending law career: What will he specialize in? General law at first.
I said that the fun is in trial law and fighting for people, although corporate law is where the money is.
Where will Ronnie practice? Talladega, for that is where the courtyard is. Isn’t there a lot of competition there?
This is when Burt Sims enterred and exclaim that there weren’t many good lawyers in Talladega.
I wanted so much to say that “good lawyers” is an oxymoron! But I left Burt with Ronnie instead!

(acerca de 6:47 A.M.) I have a note from August 12 (or the 10th), 2004: Kayla is boy-crazy already. And she is prococious in upper anatomy. Leslie and Bill will have a hard time when she is older!
What happened was that the male child that lives at the “end” of Princeton Drive (the west side of the street) went pass this yard when David, Kayla, and I were playing badminton. Each time, Kayla would stop the game in order to stare at the boy.
Kayla whispered to David that she wears a bra. So it stands to reason that Kayla will be well-endowed when she is a teen-ager, and no amount of religious training will trump Kaylas sexuality! In fact, religious training will only make it worse: There is a lot of hidden sexual indicators in religious training! Religion is ersatz sex, and it usually fails.

(acerca de 1:50 P.M.) Whenever I begin to sweat, I take out my hearing aid: I don’t want a repeat of what happened when I dug a hole for a bush “behind” the library about a year ago.
I store the hearing aid in a case.
An inmate is using my rubber boots to assist with repairing the water leaks (the leak between Building “E” and the shop has finally been “called” after waiting in the waiting room for a long time)!
I volunteered the use of the boots yesterday, asking Richard, who was standing just west of the hole, who in turn asked the inmate.
Due to active work, I had de-hearing aid myself. In preparation for departure, I went to plug my ear back up. How I panicked when I opened the case and the hearing aid wasn’t there! I thought the inmate must have stolen it when her returned the boots.
Come to find out, the hearing aid was already in my ear! Damn if I know how it got there! I don’t remember putting it back in!
Only by actual touch with my left hand did I “find” the hearing aid!
This happens a lot! Only in a noisy environment is the absent hearing aid apparent!
The boots weren’t returned until this morning, as I was washing mud off the street: That water leak on the hill is still being investigated! But the mud should have been cleared away from the street!
It is official: Joyce told me this morning that there hasn’t been grass on the southern half of the island behind Building “C” all the time she has been employed by C.A.C.C.! And that has been about ten years!
I applied my signature to the insurance forms this morning. Before leaving for work, I wrote a check for $20 as a “premium.”
My life has been lived ass-backwards: I was “retired” while young, and will work as an old person, dying, hopefully, with my “boots on”!
C-Span, LOU DOBBS TONIGHT, and THE NEWSHOUR WITH JIM LEHRER were watched from about 4:50 until about 6:25, yesterday evening. Concerning the latter: Jim Lehrer pronounced the country “Puerto Rico” correctly, not articulating “Porta Rico” as is commonly said!
EVERYBODY LOVES RAYMOND (8-8:30 P.M., C.B.S.), SOUTH PARK (8:30-9:00 P.M., Comedy Central), and C.S.I.: MIAMI (9-10:00 P.M., C.B.S.) also made the “list.”
Almost a clone of yesterday, as far as the weather is concerned: Low-80⁰’s (F), top-heavy with “Yellow,” breezy. Gorgeous!
But the nights are too cold for Sleep: I usually wake much too early for pre-work duty!

(acerca de 3:21 P.M.) Donna is 47 years old. So in Amy. This is what Donna told me as we were conversing before the house (Donna was in the driver’s seat, and I was standing on the ground, framed by the door).
Donna doesn’t look 47! And like a lot of people, Amy looks like an “old woman” (I said 62)!
Amy has never had kids. Donna said parturition ages one (no, of course not; she didn’t say it like that!). Although I don’t know first-hand, the hormonal release resulting from child-birth can retard aging.
I commented on John Cox being a local hero. Donna agreed that he didn’t (and doesn’t) deserve the status. She is confused as to why John Cox is a local hero: I suggested that maybe because of the 1956 football team (#1 in the state?). And that the denizens of this town are desperate for a hero: As with genius, “hero” is made by society. One is not born a hero (or a genius).
Stan Cox claims to be disabled. But he is lazy, spoiled, and arrogant. Is he “slow”?
Stan drives, and is mean to his mother. His sister Debra, though, is nice.
Donna now said her husband is 49 years on. However old he is, or even if he is, that doesn’t prevent me from wanting to get naked with Donna!

(acerca de 4:54 P.M,) When I was at the downtown library Friday, I took the opportunity to research Al Qaida on a computer.
Al Qaida won’t be happy until sharia (Islamic law) is the dominating force of the political systems of every country, especially those with majority Islamic populations. If it means killing to save, so be it!
Doesn’t this sound an awful lot like those that insist that the Ten Commandments be placed in every courthouse and public park in the United States, and the world?
Israel’s Manifest Destiny claim to Palestinean land: How “Al Qaida-ish”!
Yesterday Donna stated that nobody is doing as good in the Olympus as was thought. Whatever she means by this, I’m sure I began the discussion about the Olympus.

(acerca de 5:50 P.M.) The longer one lives, the more dis-illusioned one becomes! Bob Gardner, the former drummer on Carson and Barnes Circus (1987) told me in Paris, Texas, after the 1987 season, that the more that he “sees” the country, the more he dislikes this country. Bob was in his 60’s (?). He is dead now.
Bob and I rented a motel room in Paris together.
When the lifespan was only, at tops, 45 years, life was too short for people to become dis-illusioned!
I was telling Donna that, with the life expectancy increasing, fifty-four is not as old as it use to be! Or so I tell myself!

(acerca de 7:05 P.M.) The bus was approaching city hall when I asked Donna, yesterday afternoon, if Indianopoles has a NASCAR race in addition to the Indy 500: Jeff Gordon won there, recently.
Donna explained about The Backyard, a race on regular highway (hills, curves, “open” road). Such racing wasn’t exciting to Donna: There was none of this 200 mile an hour “stuff.”
The leader usually won the race, since there is passing only rarely.
From about 3:40 to about 7:04: Kayla was here that long today.
While Fatboy is convalescing, he is receiving a special diet of can cat food mixed with Metamusal (? stool softener). Skinny and Samantha are envious and beg for the “medicine.”
Joyce takes Fatboy outside, so that he can eat grass. So in an attempt to earn special favor, Samantha also eats grass. I would call that smart, not stupid!
Donna told me her husband is not a morning person, after I had told her that I am not a morning person.
Are Donna’s husband and I so alike? One might very well get that impression by listening to Donna and I converse!

(acerca de 7:40 P.M.) An article in “The Daily Home” for Sunday, August 15, 2004, on page 10 (Officials: At Least 180 Congolese refugees massacred in Burundian refugee camp), inspired this thought: “Burundian Hutee rebels claimed responsibility, insisting the camp for Congolese Tutsi refugees fleeing tribal fighting was a hide-out for Burundi army soldiers and Congolese tribal militiamen.” (second paragraph).
Sounds familiar? It should: That’s exactly what the United States is doing in Afghanistan and Iraq! In order to kill one al Qaida and/or terrorist, the United States feels no qualms about murdering hundreds of regular people!
Why do “you” think the United States dropped the atomic bomb on Hiroshima?
I have it down on paper: People profile out of self-defense. No doubt the meaning will be clearing at a later date. But I think my “theory” involved a person’s self-esteem is protected when s/he holds pre-conceptions.
I have it on good authority that 2016, on the eighth day of the fourth month, will be 4/8/16, as if the first number is multiplied by two to get the second number, which is in turn multiplied by two.

(18th, About 5:56) Although the conversation began as soon as I boarded the bus, it wasn’t until the bus was downtown near city hall that Donna and I got serious with our talking.
The battery in my hearing aid went “dead” (it was telegraphing permanent collapse by “blinking” off and on). I told Donna that, “I hate when that happens!”
This is when Donna asked me if I was suppose to wear two hearing aids. I said I should go binaural, that my audiogram indicates that. But I hinted that there was nothing I wanted or needed to hear, anyway.
When I first made “application” for ridership, I wore a hearing aid in each ear. And for the first couple of weeks, I would plug my right ear with the out-of-service right hearing aid, the morning trip, as well as the bus ride bringing me home.
With my pay increase - such as it is - I can now afford to have the right hearing aid repaired.
One afternoon, or morning (Monday?) I was telling Milt - in the office; he was aseated in a chair to the office’s right; I was standing facing him and looking south - about Nathan Brackeen’s complaint about that mud spot behind Building “C” where a student had slipped, and how I heard the term “therapy” from Nathan Brackeen’s lips inside the weight room (where his office is located), but due to sweating, I was hearing aid-less. Did Nathan say that the student was in therapy or could have been in therapy?
Milt thought I was saying I had lost my hearing aid.
When he was assured that I hadn’t, he asked me how much the hearing aid had cost. I told him: He was shocked. When he learned that my hearing aid was a 1998 model, he just knew that the newer models are more expensive, when in fact, they aren’t!
If I am not mistaken, Donna and I “discussed” non-disabled people parking in handicap parking.

(acerca de 1:26 P.M.) I_ the “largesse” of health benefits only a “mercy fuck”? Maybe Joyce and Marvin are correct: Under thirty hours a week is not entitled to benefits.
Are the “gifts” illegal? Were they given to me due to my whining?
Of course, most things in life are nothing but “mercy fucks”! So why am I complaining?
Are there any reasons for someone my age to “buy” teacher retirement? Hell, I would be 79 years old before I could benefit from it! I would only be paying the pension of others, like Ronnie Harkins!
Do I want to throw money up a wild hog’s ass? The only possible benefit is in case of my death, my named beneficiaries would inherit! What, a pittance?
I discussed this with Milt and Cindy Strange this morning while watering the lantanas on the southeast “apron” on the south end of the administration building.
Although I would get back something when my working days are over, no matter from where I retire, but not the full amount that I paid in. So why not just start my private retirement plan?
You’re right, Joyce: It isn’t my place to contact Alabama Power about that guywire behind the north “section” of Building “C”! It also wasn’t my place to contact the county or state highway department about the drainage ditch, but I got results didn’t I?
Supposively, Ronnie asked Alabama Power about the guywire, and he was told the guywire had to be that way.
Joyce told me the above this morning. If it isn’t my place to fix the problem, why complain to me?
Milt told me in the shop this morning, as we were “discussing” the water leak between the shop and Building “E” - the water pump has been blamed for the delay; it doesn’t work supposively - that most likely Eric and Mike are holding off repairing the water pipe that serves Building “H” until the two males fixing up that building become so desperate and frustrated that they repair the pipes themselves! A pipe lower down (below the one exposed) is causing bubbles to float to the top of the water pool created by the opened hole (temporarily filled in).
Milt “explained” that the only sure-fire way to repair the leak is to dig up the asphalt and replace the pipes. And don’t expect Eric to do that!
Donna claims that a female student is her daughter: She rolled down the window of the bus (driver’s) while the bus was still in the road that parallels the front of the administration building - the daughter’s car had been behind the bus when I boarded, and was parking when Donna rolled down the window - but the young lady never acknowledged Donna. Although the girl favored Donna to an extent: The same dog-like face.
Don’t get me wrong: I would to love to shower with Donna and her alleged daughter!

(acerca de 2:50 P.M.) The Federal Theatre Project was a “mercy fuck.” The C.C.C. was a “mercy fuck.”
In fact, all of the New Deal programs created by the Franklin Roosevelt administration were “mercy fucks”! For that matter, afimation action and government-made jobs are “mercy fucks”!
I have told you about my theory that everybody is one of “ten” (don’t take “ten” seriously; the “ten” may just as ___ be twenty-five), and that the problem nowadays is that there are more “tens” then there use to be.
The more the federal government is enlarged, under the policy that “bigger is better” when it comes to safeguarding the country against terrorism, the more inefficient becomes the terror-fighting capabilities! It stands to reason that such is the case: Odds are that there will be more “Leisas” and “Erics” the more “tens” there are in the government! And aren’t here enough already?
All the Country’s effort post-9/11 is “closing the barndoor after the horses have escaped.”! As I told Milt that preventve maintenance would have made it possible to avoid what is wrong with the campus, pre-9/11 policies should have been reviewed on a regular bases!
The upper-80⁰’s (F) are, as Dori Bowen stated to me this morning as I was watering the lantanas of the southwest “apron” and she was walking south along the sidewalk that parallels the administration building, more like August. And she’s right! It will take re-conditioning the body after the forced march by Fall in response to Hurricane Charley. But Heat will try and recover lost ground! And there will be hell to pay!
Phoebus also adds to the misery!
Even though THE ROMAN EMPIRE IN THE FIRST CENTURY (P.B.S.) was broadcast from 8:00 to 10:00 yesterday evening, I only saw the first hour episode. Of course, I have already seen it, although this second watching proved beneficial.
Donna calls me Mr. Wilson. She joked with her alleged daughter that I would be reporting back to her (Donna) on any mis-behavior, so let me have a look at her.
To continue with the last pre-work entry: According to Donna, her sister has cancer and is “disabled.” She (the sister) has one of those handicap parking “dohickeys” that can be hung from the rear-view mirror.
The sister’s children use the handicap parking “permit” to park close to the door of a place of business if there is no other parking space available. Donna “gets on” to them. But I wonder how “disabled” the sister really is!
The conversation started while a bus was still on the “front” road at C.A.C.C.: Donna and I “discussed” people that are not handicap but still park in a handicap parking space.

(acerca de 3:50 P.M.) To give “you” an idea of how my mind works (in other words, I don’t have this theory writable yet): Hillory is as patronizing as her mother. I experience such whenever she (Hillory) was in the book store when I was “pulling” duty there.
Hillory will rebel against her mother (it’s not a question of “if,” but of when). But as happens to all of us, the more Hillory fights the Leisa McGaha within her, the harder it will be to exocise it! Hatred and disgust with the “thing” will create a focus, with the trail abhorred becoming the cynosure.
Are “you” still with me?
$2.15 for a pack of cigarettes from Allen’s Food Mart.
I was “explaining” to Donna yesterday, as we were homeward bound, about the citizen’s arrest either Milt or Marvin told me he did on a local police. The police was speeding or “ran” a stop sign.
I told Milt or Marvin (both of them at the same time) that “arresting” a police isn’t a good idea, and I repeated my caveat to Donna.
I have always been under the impression that to do a citizen’s arrest, one has to physically “hold someone down”! But as I stated to Donna, the police probably “volunteered” to be arrested so as to negate any career-threatening action for the traffic violation!

(acerca de 4:28 P.M.) As all “lovers” do, Donna and I discussed suicide yesterday while I was standing outside the bus “courting” Donna: Donna thinks killing “yourself” by shooting would be painful I suggested poison or freezing to death by lying down in the snow.
Drowning? The panic before death would be “living death.
I also explained to Donna that I don’t believe in guns because I am “bi-polar”: I would shoot myself and/or others when I am “down.” So too is she.
Why don’t Donna and I at least try an affair? What’s there to lose?
I also told Donna that we each carry around all known diseases. Am I close to the truth?

(19th, About 6:_2 A.M.) Is my silence being bought? Am I being bribed to shut-up?
I don’t think I should be receiving benefits! As for teacher retirement: The first thing Cindy Strange said yesterday concerning teacher retirement (Milt and I were already in “discussion” about teacher retirement - I had asked him why should I enter the plan - and Cindy passed going west, on the sidewalk that parallels the south end of the administration building) was that “first, you must be full-time!”
Amy Rodgers, who notorized the application Tuesday, even commented on the new status!
In 1997 or 1998, Dr. Leon Golden, the director of the Humanities program at FSU, when he “learned” (from me) that I was on the teaching track in the Humanities, stated that jobs in education were hard to get. I told him that my sister worked for a community college. Dr. Golden then suggested that I use whatever it takes to attain employment in higher education.
In a sense, Dr. Golden was recommending me for a “mercy fuck”!
I was standing in Dr. Golden’s office in Dodd Hall (105?), and he was sitting behind his desk.

(acerca de 6:37 A.M.) Milt once again explained the 55/25/3 retirement policy of the state: If one is 55 years old, with twenty-five years of service to a state agency, one can become a part of a program where one can delay retirement for three years, while one’s pension is invested and earning interest.
The program is called DROP, and Dr. Golden was a part of it. Only in Florida (or FSU), it’s five years, not three.
“Laney” Blackeby is currently on that program.
While waiting on the bus yesterday afternoon, I decided to support legalizing prostitution: It would provide the pleasures of sex without having to put up with the smell of the sex provider.
Legalize prostitution only if the female or male sex worker enter prostitution on her or his own free will and is in complete charge of her or his business.
Prostitution as a small business; a prostitution as a small business owner.
Kayla insisted on wearing a sweater that was 2-3 sizes too small. She was like “Baby Huey” Tuesday when she wore the sweater buttoned!
I was aseated in the rocking arm chair; Joyce was in her usual (south end) spot on the couch.
Kayla was in front of me and to my right. She was wearing the sweater buttoned. I exclaimed that she looked like “Baby Huey.” Joyce say, “Don’t say that!” I am still trying to decide my true feelings for such interference!

(acerca de 1:21 P.M.) Why, you could have knocked me over with a feather!
While watering the lantanas of the northern-most “bed” yesterday morning, Erric, coming out of the administration building (no doubt, a meeting with Ronnie), asked me how much longer will the lantanas last.
I didn’t (and don’t) know.
The lantanas are the most “successful” flowers C.A.C.C. has ever had (a point of debate).
And get this: He made a special trip as he was going to his truck, returning to me and said that I need a cart to haul all my watering supplies!
That’s right, ladies and gentlemen! Eric was “human’ to me! I wonder what he wants?
Donna may have got a look at my underwear-covered ass!
I was weeding the lantanas by the secondary entrance/exit of the administration building. There was a ripping noise and a sudden gust of wind on my ass as I bent over.
The small area of seam that had separated convinced those around it - above and below - to do likewise.
Not that I cared - male or female - who saw the sights, but C.A.C.C. was not the time or place for display.
I hope Donna “took” the hint, and starred when I left the bus!
Yesterday morning, Joyce told me that the man “in charge” of maintenance on the Alex City campus may as well be considered Eric’s twin: He, too, is a “genius” at conniving and bullying people!
It seems that it is not only me that has a hard time, every now and then, correctly spelling “Alex City”: Hazel experience spells like that!
One day while working in the bookstore I marked a box of books “Alex City”! Well, damn, that’s how it’s pronounced!
Only about thirty-three minutes of THE NEWSHOUR WITH JIM LEHRER (5:30-6:25 P.M., P.B.S.), due to dinner. Between 8:00 and 9:00, however, I watched the final ten minutes or so of THE KING OF QUEENS (C.B.S.) and the entire half-hour of another episode (8;30-9:00).
Excluding walking Deah, I closed my day with MONK (9-10:00 P.M., U.S.A.), for no other reason than that - well, you know!

(acerca de 2:40 P.M.) Donna’s son is named “Joshua.” How creepy is the similarities between Donna and Anita Matlow! That in itself should be a warning not to even consider an affair with Donna!
According to Joyce, one must become a part of teacher retirement in order to receive benefits! She told me so this morning as we were walking on the sidewalk that parallels the administration building (walking south).
Five percent of one’s pay is held back each week, whether one likes it or not! So I may as well sign up!
Besides, that 5% is matched dollar for dollar by the state? the retirement fund?
I discussed the above with Milt this morning: It was in the shop, and he was sitting in a desk (___ling) chair to the left (exiting) of the door. I was facing him about 8 feet away.
The upper-80⁰’s (F) presented a near-perfect afternoon to bath Deah outside. And then, while she was drying, I did 21-22 minutes with clubs.
It is club-juggling that the “flick” of the wrist and the upward l_ft of the lower arm must be exactly equal. This is so even with balls, but it is especially so with clubs!
Heat came early this morning! By 9:00, physical work was uncomfortable! And here I was, just started!
Donna’s husband’s name is Donald. How Convenient!

(acerca de 3:50 P.M.) I was headed towards the front of the campus. It was around 12:10.
Patsy (“Aunt Bats”) Grey was sitting on a bench behind Building “E” smoking a cigarette.
I was walking across the field in order to use the rest room in “E.” Near Patsy, I said to her that “at least they got this far,” referring to the backhoe at rest by the water leak between Building “E” and the shop.
In response to Patsy’s question as to what is the “hold-up,” I told her what Milt had told me: The pump that removes the standing water mal-functioned.
Patsy and I agreed that that was as good excuse as any!
I cleaned the street where the other crew (Mike, Richard, an inmate, and Eric) made a muddy mess, at the top of the hill, where the other water leak is. They will be returning to the hole, but that may be 3-4 weeks at least!
Now, if only Rain will come and wash the street, it will be almost as if there has been no digging!
I asked Milt and an inmate who do I see about requ_ est- Rain (I was kidding of course)! There’s a fifty percent chance of Rain tomorrow. I will tell you tomorrow whether that 50% became 100%!

(acerca de 6:58 P.M.) it happened again: When I arrived home around 1:00, granny, as soon as I “walked in” the door, told me that a woman would call me back (via telephone) at 1:30. The EEOC woman? The receptionist at Dr. Sligh’s office to remind me that I have a dental appointment tomorrow?
But the 1:30 telephone call never happened! Nor 1:45! Nor 2:00!
As has been the case many times before, the female was undoubtedly a telemarketer of some sort! She may have promised granny to call me later, and granny believed her. But there are many other contacts!
Tuesday was also the day that Donna and I discussed Ronald Reagan: Apparently, I made mention of the Reagan funeral, while standing in the door (my feet on the driveway) of the bus.
The former president had suffered Alzheimer’s Disease for many years. But one doesn’t die from Alzheimer’s Disease directly: Alzheimer’s is a syndrome in a sense, and one doesn’t die from a syndrome. What Alzheimer’s did to Ronald Reagan caused his death, No, he “expired” due to pneumonia.
I found out this afternoon that Donna is a racist: It was on Forest Hills Drive that she declared that black kids have “brought the band down”! She made other anti-black kids remarks/slurs, but my memory refuses to release them! And “you” can’t blame it!
I could never last a week with a woman like Donna! If I didn’t have any doubts before today, those racial slurs did the trick!

(20th, About 8:13) I like working at Central Alabama Community College! What’s wrong with me, Doctor?
Have I resigned myself to Fate, knowing that fighting is a losing battle, and that even fighting in the first place causes real damage to emotional stability!
It’s “making the best of a bad situation”! Just as I had to associate myself with Carson and Barnes Circus if I wanted to clown, I see no option opened to me if I continue in higher education than to remain in Childersburg, AL! I don’t like it but I have no choice! So I better enjoy my “captivity”! It’s all I got!
Last week I told Milt - I was leaning against the “monster” bush-hog, Milt was sitting near the office door - down at the shop that inmate Mike isn’t reigning in his smart-ass atitude. Milt agreed, I added that, by my complaining, Mike can’t yell “racism!” with me the same color as he is.
Well, apparently Milt reported to Mike my complaint! He has been avoiding me, and when Mike and I do “meet, he is reserved and formal to me.
It’s as it should have always been.
Yesterday I was thinking: Those who put off doing things until “Hell freezes over,” or until “A cold day in hell!” should read the “Divine Comedy”: Not only is Satan an iceman, by three of the evilier people in history up to the 15th or 16th century (?) - including Judas - are frozen in time!

(acerca de 9:05 A.M.) I didn’t note the day, but it was early in the week: I had “explained” to Donna that I find it ironic that people park as close as they can get when they visit a health club. That if they would park as far away from the building as possible and walk, then they wouldn’t need a health club!
Although we all know that attendance at a health club is not for physical health but for social/political health: To be seen as concerned about one’s health.
Well, Donna “declared” that she tries to park far away and walk. But then I “explained” the disadvantage of a female parking far away from a place, unless a male escorts her. Sexist though it be, it’s a sad fact of life! Even a skinny guy like me would ward off sexual predators!
The Madhi army (the “private” army of Muqtada al-Sadr) is to Islam what the Ku Klux Klan was and is to Christianity.
A critical observation: Men are in the minority in employment at C.A.C.C.! It is like the reversal of the early years when men were the majority!

(acerca de 9:28 A.M.) “To acknowledge one is an atheist is to acknowledge a god whether there one or not! Atheism is subservient to Christian beliefs because Atheism can’t exist without disbelief in something that doesn’t exist.”
Sounds good to me! This comment is a part of the critical e-mail from believers that appear in the August 2004 issue of “Freethought Today.” But this criticique of Atheism makes a lot of sense!
Asking Joyce if Burt Sims was really any different than Ronnie Harkins - Marvin had claimed that things will improve if Burt takes over -, she replied (yesterday morning) that Burt followed Susan Saluto, the interim president around with “ his nose up her ass!”

(acerca de 3:21 P.M.) It was the first time ever that I “paid” my medical/dental bill with a number (Group #1000, contact #042462)! PEE HIP (Public Education Employees’ Health Insurance Program) covered it.
I now have medical insurance! Is this ___ I enjoy my employment with CACC?
I have all the benefits of full-time employment but “full-time” at twenty hours a week!
(I do not count the “freebies” I have received: The 1980 removal of the pilonida [?] cyst at Cooper Green Hospital in Birmingham, AL; the July 1997 “repair” of my leaky hemorrhoids; the dental visit in Tallahassee [1997]; and possibility more.)
I watched, for the second time, the film THE EXORCIST (8:30-11:00 P.M., Scifi) yesterday. I saw the film when it first came out in the early-1970’s. In fact, I remember staying overnight with a male in Pensacola, FL, in 1974 (?) - I was there for the Gulf Coast (?) Arts Festival, where I performed - and the male “innocently” speaking the dialogue “Your mother suck cocks in Hell! (changed to “Your mother rule in Hell!” for this television showing).
The film version of William Peter Blatty’s novel doesn’t meaning by leaving out the “cocksucking” line.
The heavy dose of Christian mythology is bothersome, but the tie to “pagan” religion makes the forced-feed bearable.
I brought home the novel from the downtown library.
The “savings” from PEEHIP made it possible to send $24.95 to the American Humanist Association for the renewal of my membership, which was “free” last year, due to a mailing “error.”
I even placed a 37-cent stamp on the postage-free envelope to the AHA.
$20 from The Bank’s A.T.M. With that, I bought a pair of beige Kakhi trousers from Dollar General for $10 (Crossbow, 34” x 32”), which, along with a bottle of shampoo and a pack of Clover Valley Starlight Mints, took $12.96 from the twenty. But I was in need of work pants! And for $10, why repair my old “stock”?
A 25-cent coke in front of Piggly Wiggly completed my cash purchases.
Leslie and Bill, who had gone out to the credit union where they bank, saw me walking on Highway 236 (Plant Road) and turned back for me: I was driven to The Bank.
My feet brought me home on a windy, hot - upper-80⁰’s (F) - afternoon. And if Rain can’t do better than this, It has a problem: Sprinkle represented Rain around 12:50, and Drizzle stood in for Rain around 2:30. Maybe the flowers were “fed,” but that hill by the half-ass repaired water leak didn’t have nearly enough water to clean itself!

(acerca de 4:25 P.M.) I still can’t understand why the country needs a National Intelligence Center __ long as it has a National Security Council. What does Condi Rice do all day long?
Yesterday was court day: The judge heard cases at the Limbaugh Community Center. The bus, naturally, went pass the Rec. Center.
I stated to Donna that I didn’t know the community center was turned into a courthouse periodically. I thought the city hall fulfilled that function!
I watched the whole of THE NEWSHOUR WITH JIM LEHRER (5:30-6:25 P.M., P.B.S.) yesterday.
I attempted to “borrow” Robert Graves’ “I Claudius” from the C.A.C.C. library, but it didn’t have the book on the shelf, which is not at all surprising! The historical fiction is much too “literary” for general consumption!
A female work/study student searched on-line for this “biography” of a Roman Empire ruler.

(acerca de 5:21 P.M.) Everybody - Thunder, Lightning, Wind, Darkness - is here but Rain! And soon Rain, the guest of honor, will make an appearance!
The dental services weren’t free: I paid $20 as my part of the deal!
A_ $40 a month, I better use my benefits more often than once every six months! If I don’t, I won’t come ahead: A dental check-up for $240?
When Donna criticized Black kids bringing the high school band “down,” she referred to a, in her opinion, “vulgar” field routine. The University of Southern California started such formation, I told Donna.
Ladies and gentlemen: Presenting Rain (Everyone bows).

(acerca de 6:26 P.M.) Early Wednesday afternoon I was clearing weeds from the lower courtyard, in an attempt to cover my tracks as I tried to see the “exhibit” under the dress/skirt of an older blonde. I was clipping weeds on the easterm wall when Nathan Brackeen approached me with a music stand in his hand. He asked me to return the stand to Room 110 of the administration building: The room that juts “out” the computer lab.
Was Nathan saving me from a possible complaint? The timing sure seemed like it!
I remember in horror using that computer lab: It was about three years ago I “went to school” with Leslie one day. What I mean to say is that Leslie was working and I, just as if I was a child, was allowed and encouraged to use a computer, students not around (between terms? a Saturday?).
Now that I think back on it, what a humiliating experience it was! For me and for Leslie!
I was discussing that inconveniently-placed guywire with Milt at the shop Tuesday. I related that Marvin had claimed to be friends with a man associated with Alabama Power, whose has complete authority over the telephone pole.
Milt was rather smart-ass with his response: He hinted that I had no business questioning the guywire’s placement.
I believe in a thorough investigation before deciding whether or not to take action. Apparently Milt doesn’t!
I don’t believe Joyce, who claims that Ronnie has “discussed” the guywire with Alabama Power. Both Joyce’s and Milt’s response to that guywire are challenges to me to solve the problem myself!

(21st, About 8:57 A.M.) Now that I have health benefits, I don’t think I want them: I question if the benefits are actually beneficial: One must have medical and’or dental treatment every 2-3 months to come out ahead. Forty dollars are deducted from one’s paycheck every month (at least at CACC) and unless one has a major crisis healthwise, the only way to come out ahead is to seek medical/dental services for minor details.
But it is this non-critical use of the medical/dental services that “drive” health care cost up! So yes, it is insurance that is responsible for the increased price of health care!
We are speaking “gamble” here: One gambles that one doesn’t pay too much for a medical proceedure, and the insurance company gambles that the amount of money a person “contributes” is more than eenough to cover any medical/dental services!
A year or two may be just what I need as a first-hand “victim” of insurance!
Rain should have cleared the hill of mud and dirt yesterday evening. No question that the flowers made the most of the watering!
It thundered so violently that a loud peal frightened Kayla, making her wish she was home. But Joyce and granny diverted her (Kayla’s) thinking, being that Leslie and Bill weren’t at home! I think Leslie and Bill should re-examine that policy of “abandoning” Kayla over here! Kayla may need them, and they won’t be available!

(acerca de 9:36 A.M.) Thursday I noticed that the sidewalk and rear outside wall of Building “C” were weedy, and some one had to clear them (the weeds) away. As always, the job “fell” to me. So I sat on the sidewalk and de-weeded between the side walk sections, and the tiny space between the sidewalk and the wall.
I practiced the “Hinny Hike,” the forward movement in which the legs are extended while the back is perpendicular to the legs. The heels alternate “grabbing” about two inches of ground ahead. The corresponding “cheek” leaves the ground. It is a good exercise.
And the Hinny Hike lessens the boredom of weed-picking!
Yesterday, the dental hygientist, becoming aware of the horrible condition of my eyeglasses frame, voluntarily let the ultra-sound remove some of the sweat-induced nastiness.
The dental hugientist also related to me how, on a mission to Africa, she had to wear a fanny pack. I immediately associated “mission” with “organized religion”!
I well remember two males “discussing” minimum wage and that such pay was fine with them, since there is a lessened tax burden with minimum wage. But was this “discussion” in Tallahassee, FL, in the late-1990’s? Oh how well I remember . . .! Yeah, right!
(acerca de 10:22 A.M.) SOUNDSTAGE (10-11:00 P.M., P.B.S.) was the only “private” television I saw yesterday evening, Unless “you” want to count the twenty minutes or so of TUCKER CARLSON: UNFILTERED (9:30-10:00 P.M., P.B.S.).
The former featured Joan Baez, Gillian Welch, and Nichole Creek.
While watching the Olympus in the Family Room, I “explained” after an expose on performance-enhancement drugs, that food is modified with chemical additives. Are those additive not performance-enhancing drugs?
Even everyday living requires performancing drugs! The nation’s productivity depends on it!
What hypocrisy that only athletes is subjected to drug performance-enhancing testing!
The women’s running features females in near-bikini outfits. Joyce wondered aloud why the “half-nakedness.” I “explained” about wind resistance, which didn’t excuse the deshibility.

(acerca de 12:34 P.M.) It happened again! We must stop meeting like this!
The past appeared uninvited at my locked door. You know, the past of 3-4 years ago when Leslie left me to myself in the computer lab of CACC, as if I needed baby-sitting!
Why do I let past do that to me? I suffered an anxiety attack yesterday evening because of this reminder!
By the way, the pants are “Khaki,” not “kakhi”! I am wearing them as we speak!
During our talks in the morning going to work, Joyce, and ocassionally I, is/are critical of both the professional behavior and the parenting of Leisa McGaha. I can’t be any more specific than this, although “you” probably are aware of the criticisms from past reports.
I understand that Hazel made Jade put on a tee shirt to cover the low-cut blouse she (Jade) was wearing, Wednesday.
Leisa will accompany Hillory to classes in the evening.

(acerca de 1:40 P.M.) It must be the film version of “The Exorcist” that one of the major characters walks across a plaza in Iraq as the Muslim inhabitants are praying. In the usual “kneeling, head (forehead) on the ground” posture, the prayers are “mooning” the Christian priest (their asses pointed towards him). It is as if the East, the site of many ancient civilizations, is telling the West that it wants no part of it! “Here is what we think of your culture!”
In theory, the wrists should “flick” enough to allow a stick with equal weight on each end to turn over 360⁰. The commercial clubs available are a “cheat”: The big end is obviously heavier than the small end. The ‘flick” does not have to be as pronounced in these cases.
While walking on Forest Hills Drive yesterday, in coming home, I therefore practiced my wrist flicks and lower arm action by spinning the umbrella I was carrying.
It al-Mahdi army, in spike of what I may have written earlier.

(acerca de de 5:19 P.M.) I will think of the things I have plan on telling “you” as soon as they come to me again. But right now, they seemed to have escaped my memory bank.
A Fallish upper-70⁰’s (F) today, due to the Rain of yesterday. Or today: Rain left behind a interim government on the order of Iraq’s, and that so-called “independent” government has issued orders this morning and earlier this afternoon.
Phoebus has been trying to make the day truly free, but the interim government won’t heard of it!
About an hour and fifteen minutes of Nap this afternoon, sent free-of-charge to make up for the poor services I have been getting from Sleep lately.
Everytime I pick-up Deah from Deanna’s she has lost her hair! What kind of game are they playing, anyway?

(acerca de 8:16 P.M.) I was still on Forest Hills Drive: While walking to town yesterday, I spied two birds on a telephone wire. It was like two old people - Old Woman and Old Man - sitting in rocking chairs on a porch watching cars go by!
Then I saw that the birds were 6-8 inches apart: I came to the conclusion that one or both had smelly “wing__ts”!
The front yard has been “denuded.” Which reminds me of the time that Dee Ham, the cosmetology instructor at CACC, cut my hair by “special request” (Joyce). This was 3-4 years ago.
I just thought I let you know. What can I do at this late date but cringe when I think of how things were even in the early part of this century!

(acerca de 9:07 P.M.) I didn’t feel too well when I got in the back seat of Leslie’s/Bill’s car yesterday morning! What kind of life is it when a 54-year-old man must be - well, I don’t know how to describe the sickness that came over me when I got in the car!
What is wrong with this picture? I asked myself.
I forgot when it was, but Milt told me that termites would or will destroy the stump. The conversation was in the shop, and I seem to recall each of us was sitting down.

(22nd, About 8:45 A.M.) I may just like working at CACC: Because it beats the alternative of not having a job!
I may sub-consciously realize that, with my “disability,” a “real” career is out of the question. CACC may be the best external factors may allow me!
But, even though I may have gotten myself into a murky situation, it is good practice for being a middle-class yuppie:
CACC is providing a great transition, although I am getting too old to transition to anything!

(acerca de 9:01 A.M.) To an extent, the medical profession has made health so expensive: With very few exceptions, a person cannot gain admission to a hospital without insurance. And it has already been established that insurance that is the main culprit in the increase cost of health care.
But I am no longer one of the uninsured! I may end up paying more for health care, but I am now a “pr_ary citizen in this country!
Is this why I like working at C.A.C.C.?
Kayla was gone by 8:00 this morning, when I got out of bed. She came for the weekend around 3:30 Friday.
I “lodged” a complaint with Joyce yesterday afternoon about granny “insisting” that Kayla snack. But I forgot that that Joyce does the same thing: Kayla was stuffed like a turkey Friday evening!
It’s kind of hard to blame Leslie and/or Bill for Kayla’s weight problem when such a policy is pushed!
Kayla had a sore throat yesterday morning. It is my contention that the sore throat was caused by the prolonged rubbing by potato chips Friday. Joyce - as we took Deah to the “beauty parlor” - claimed the child had a sore throat before she came here. Of course, what else do “you” expect Joyce to say! Admit an error? Surely “you” gest!
I don’t know if I had anything to do with the changes at C.A.C.C., or if they were only co-incidences of timing, but if the former, Joyce will never acknowledge my power!

(acerca de 10:00 A.M.) Incredible as it may seem, I actually watched SCARY MOVIE 2 (11:00 P.M.-1:00 A.M., Comedy Central) late yesterday evening and early this morning. As “campy” and amateurish as the movie is - you mean to tell me that there is a SCARY MOVIE out there some place? That’s scary! - it is no more sillier than a Mel Brooks film, or AIRPLANE, or any other Leslie Neilson film (NAKED GUN, etc).
SCARY MOVIE 2 is teased by a satire of scenes from The film version of “The Exorcist.” And then the satire continues.
The first half of ABC WORLD NEWS TONIGHT SATURDAY and NBC NEWS was seemed at 5:30. (continued)




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