this would be Wednesday
even though it's Friday morning in, what's that?, RealTime™... I have about fifteen minutes (if I am to be my usual semi-late for work) before getting dressed and thought I'd visit al of you... quiet night everywhere, from what I see... s'ok, I suppose, as I don't have much time weekdays to read and respond as I'd like (did I say babble?), but it's still nice to know you're out there doing your thing while I'm out there doing mine...
and if we take that use of there to mean offline then it's also nice to know you are here doing your thing too, here being online as offopsed to the more egocentric here (this particular web page)...
so my quiet night reference was in regard to roaming around to your online worlds and finding you didn't have much time to say (or words to write) this week either, not that you wrote less than I did cuz you at least are not backed up to Wednesday, but hopefully you know what I mean (it's not a competition, after all, I am just taking a really long winded path to say I miss you duh)...
not that I miss duh... I miss you...
but all semantic play aside (well, maybe not all cuz that wouldn't be me, not would it?), I hope all is well in your world and we get to communicating more again soon...
around here, as of Friday morning we still have an uninvited unexpected house guest, but perhaps I should stil to Wednesday so you follow the linear events and might actually understand a thing or two instead of just scratching your head wondering what I am rambling on about (hopefully somewhat amused, if only in that cordial way we smile at senile dancers who forgot to put on clothes before wadding {kind of swaying in their limited form of dance} through the public fountain at sunrise when the local constabulary come by to remind them and escort them back t0 the home)...
look at the pretty sunrise :)
anyway, Rasputin's brother has been living with his mom for a long time, working on and off, and basically being supported by her... she's been trying to figure a way out of the situation for years cuz she's past normal human retirement age and would like to spend a little time alive without a dependent child in her space and packetbook all the time... so she finally, rather suddenly, picked up and moved out west to live in the same city that her other son (who'smarried with kids, a house, and quite independent) lives... she called last week or so to let us know...
we should have guessed, but the August rent was not paid on her apartment in Florida (they lived three or four hours away) and the Florida brother appeared at the door a couple of nights ago around 1am... apparently he had enough money left to take a bus to Orlando and take a cab from downtown (20+ miles) to here... and so I woke to find knapsacks in the living room and extra dirty stuff around the house (and the distinct smell of must, sweat, and cigarettes) yesterday morning (that would be this morning, I think, Wednesday-wise)...
nobody's mentioned the change of living arrangements yet (as of Friday morning)... in fact, except for some awkward glances from Precious (who looked like she was calling out for help) while they were all sitting together in the living room, I wouldn't even know they noticed me living here (which is the way for them, staring at the TV and ignoring the dirty dishes and piles of crap they leave everywhere, if you recall, but I understand, they don't know what to say so they avoid acknowledging my presence so they don't have to say anything... don'tcha just love humans in denial?... isn't everybody?... ok, we should not be laughing)...
when I get home tonight, hopefully there'll be some time for some conversation, but we shall see... I might just give them the quiet time they need to sort things out and wait for Raspy to tell me what they've figured out... hopefully one of the things they figured out was not asking me for money cuz Raspy already borrwed more than a grand for himself and his family in the past few years and he's always broke so returning what were supposed to be loans hasn't happened yet...
story of my life, aye?...
shhhh, I know better, you oughta know that by now and if you don't well, shhhh, I know better (he says with his god0like all-knowing sighing-smile)... hey, if giving away money and stuff gets a guy into heaven or whatever good thing happening after this life (if there is anything happening after this life), then I figure giving away more than six figures of dollars gives me some credit with the universal bankers... or else I just like the karma feeling I get from knowing I gave a whole lot more than I've received in this life (and money or material is the least of the values I mean :)
that's why I stay relatively poor now, so I don't have a line at the door (if you are laughing, you might understand me better than we thought... truth is amusing sometimes, even when it seems to be unfair or even suck :)
I'll be back with more updates tonight (I think) and who knows, we might breeze right through Thursday and realize it is Friday and any day now I'll pick up the phone and communicate in real RealTime™ and then, who knows what mischief I'll get into... mischeif?... neither spelling ever looks right for that word... I think that's appropriate and a perfect example of how my brain works... the work is supposed to be mischevous, after all...
today is starting out to be a great day cuz these words have me bouncing so I am heading out to work (after dressing, I'm not a senile dancer yet... well, at least not during work-hours... much) and I hope your day is as wonderful as mine...
even more so, cuz that's very possible too :)
and if we take that use of there to mean offline then it's also nice to know you are here doing your thing too, here being online as offopsed to the more egocentric here (this particular web page)...
so my quiet night reference was in regard to roaming around to your online worlds and finding you didn't have much time to say (or words to write) this week either, not that you wrote less than I did cuz you at least are not backed up to Wednesday, but hopefully you know what I mean (it's not a competition, after all, I am just taking a really long winded path to say I miss you duh)...
not that I miss duh... I miss you...
but all semantic play aside (well, maybe not all cuz that wouldn't be me, not would it?), I hope all is well in your world and we get to communicating more again soon...
around here, as of Friday morning we still have an uninvited unexpected house guest, but perhaps I should stil to Wednesday so you follow the linear events and might actually understand a thing or two instead of just scratching your head wondering what I am rambling on about (hopefully somewhat amused, if only in that cordial way we smile at senile dancers who forgot to put on clothes before wadding {kind of swaying in their limited form of dance} through the public fountain at sunrise when the local constabulary come by to remind them and escort them back t0 the home)...
look at the pretty sunrise :)
anyway, Rasputin's brother has been living with his mom for a long time, working on and off, and basically being supported by her... she's been trying to figure a way out of the situation for years cuz she's past normal human retirement age and would like to spend a little time alive without a dependent child in her space and packetbook all the time... so she finally, rather suddenly, picked up and moved out west to live in the same city that her other son (who'smarried with kids, a house, and quite independent) lives... she called last week or so to let us know...
we should have guessed, but the August rent was not paid on her apartment in Florida (they lived three or four hours away) and the Florida brother appeared at the door a couple of nights ago around 1am... apparently he had enough money left to take a bus to Orlando and take a cab from downtown (20+ miles) to here... and so I woke to find knapsacks in the living room and extra dirty stuff around the house (and the distinct smell of must, sweat, and cigarettes) yesterday morning (that would be this morning, I think, Wednesday-wise)...
nobody's mentioned the change of living arrangements yet (as of Friday morning)... in fact, except for some awkward glances from Precious (who looked like she was calling out for help) while they were all sitting together in the living room, I wouldn't even know they noticed me living here (which is the way for them, staring at the TV and ignoring the dirty dishes and piles of crap they leave everywhere, if you recall, but I understand, they don't know what to say so they avoid acknowledging my presence so they don't have to say anything... don'tcha just love humans in denial?... isn't everybody?... ok, we should not be laughing)...
when I get home tonight, hopefully there'll be some time for some conversation, but we shall see... I might just give them the quiet time they need to sort things out and wait for Raspy to tell me what they've figured out... hopefully one of the things they figured out was not asking me for money cuz Raspy already borrwed more than a grand for himself and his family in the past few years and he's always broke so returning what were supposed to be loans hasn't happened yet...
story of my life, aye?...
shhhh, I know better, you oughta know that by now and if you don't well, shhhh, I know better (he says with his god0like all-knowing sighing-smile)... hey, if giving away money and stuff gets a guy into heaven or whatever good thing happening after this life (if there is anything happening after this life), then I figure giving away more than six figures of dollars gives me some credit with the universal bankers... or else I just like the karma feeling I get from knowing I gave a whole lot more than I've received in this life (and money or material is the least of the values I mean :)
that's why I stay relatively poor now, so I don't have a line at the door (if you are laughing, you might understand me better than we thought... truth is amusing sometimes, even when it seems to be unfair or even suck :)
I'll be back with more updates tonight (I think) and who knows, we might breeze right through Thursday and realize it is Friday and any day now I'll pick up the phone and communicate in real RealTime™ and then, who knows what mischief I'll get into... mischeif?... neither spelling ever looks right for that word... I think that's appropriate and a perfect example of how my brain works... the work is supposed to be mischevous, after all...
today is starting out to be a great day cuz these words have me bouncing so I am heading out to work (after dressing, I'm not a senile dancer yet... well, at least not during work-hours... much) and I hope your day is as wonderful as mine...
even more so, cuz that's very possible too :)
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posted by candoor at 8:51 AM
6 Comments:
You are a much nicer person than I. I would have had to broach the house guest situation before now. Hope your day exceeds your expectations!
Look at the pretty sunrise :)
Look at the dirty dishes in the sink :)
Some people would say they are the same. But I've decided they aren't the same at all.
And related to that, what is it that mother's say when they have children...there isn't much difference between two and three? So perhaps Rasputin is hoping that his brother won't really be noticed, musty stuff and all.
Smile, and watch the pretty sunset...the dishes will still be there in the morning, and probably the afternoon and evening too. :)
well, arriving home this evening I find Rasputin in his room with the door closed, possibly asleep... Precious in her room with the door closed, probably hiding out on the computer, or asleep... and Odysseus (hey, everybody's gotta have a name, ya know?) is asleep on the couch... I wonder if that's all he does... of course the TV is on, there's a pizza box on the only clean kitchen counter (I cleaned it this morning), and it is a beautiful sunset...
H - alas, I've been on the street and know the experience, so I'm tolerant (kindness comes and goes, tolerance is mostly permanent :)
I could turn down the air conditioner all day and make it a stinky hot house, but that would be unkind and I am seldom unkind... that doesn't necessarily mean I am kind though (I just have a way too flexible sense of humor and find amusement in the most unpleasant or obnoxious or obscene or even horrible challenges... did I mention the time the very loose stool that did not quite make it all the way to the sit down position on the toilet?... you don't want to know, really, but the bathroom was never cleaner by the end of the night)...
S - yes, the sunrise is half full, the dirty dishes are half empty, isn't it obvious? :)
and there is the phone, and there is Precious... I missed the phone, PRecious wants a ride to the library, so I'm gonna drive her over and call the number back... see ya later :)
I see my comment, why isn't it showing up?... probably will after a while and then this comment won't make sense...
I mean, I see my comment in this Leave your comment box, but it isn't showing up on my page... maybe it's a cache thing... if I empty the cache I have to reenter all my passwords and stuff... dangit, old computers... danigt, Microsoft... dangit, whatever (always)...
I actually just got back home, in case you're keeping track in RealTime™... the library was closed, so we went out for pizza and Jeremiah's... Precious is begging to get out of the house with Odysseus sleeping in the living room on what is basically her couch (we each have a couch, or big green chair, in my case)... apparently Rasputin hasn't told her what's going on either... figures... anyway, time to do this internet thing... like maybe even write some words (am I different in blogs than I am in comments?... like am I different on different stages?... and in person, who would know, only z0tl and we know his judgment isnt normal :)
does that link even work anymore?... I think I might have copied that entry and out it into one of mine way back in the day, but heck if I remember where...
stop me before I write an entry in comments and we're left with naught but a brief entry :)
shhhh...
still the same at home...
I am not talking to myself... I am talking to you... it's just that you weren;'t here at thetime, so I may have appeared to be talking to myself, but I wasn't...
well, not completely...
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