And I do repeat that Has it been that Long???
Well I guess it has, it's taken nearly 2 years for me to get use to being retired, got to watch the funds and such, but it feels good.
And so much has happened, the only fly in my ointment of happiness is "Crazy Joe". Yeah he's a nut case a real 51/50 paranoid schizophrenic.
Me and the police dispatcher have become Real Good Friends, I don't even bother to call the 911 number, I just call the non-emergency number, and they see the phone number come up with all the info so when they pick up it's "Hello Ms. Mean Kitty, what's Joe doing now?" "Oh Nothing Much" I say. "Except his dancing around in a pair of tennis shoes, a baseball cap and a goofy grin on his face, with his pitiful wanger bouncing around. His parents aren't home, could you send an officer over before the kiddies come home from school." "Sure Ms. Mean Kitty, is he still out in front of his folks place?" "Yup! As naked as a Jay Bird for all the world to see!"
And the nice officers come by wrap him up, leave a note for his folks, and he goes in for a 72 hour hold, most likely he's been mixing the Pot with his Meds. That's him on a good day.
Other times it's hell. The Police Dept. have him for a long time on their radar, him and a few other nut cases. Like the woman in another part of town who from time to time walks naked down the middle of the street screaming, her husband calls the cops and says she's off her meds again and the parents distract the kids from the window, they don't want them to see a 200 pound naked 50 year old woman screaming at the top of her lungs, might scar the kiddies for life.
Someday I'll have to tell ya all about it, what I can tell you is Crazy Joe is about 50 years old, his parents are elderly nice folks, and he's got 4 sisters that want nothing to do with him. He has a sleeping room in his folks garage, they won't let him into the house at all because they never can tell what he'll do. The Daughters insisted on that. But we know he has a bath room.
Someday I'll have to tell ya about all the fun and games we have with this nut job. (The names will be changed to protect the innocent)
But retirement is a whole nuther ball game, and I'm still getting use to it.
One big job I've been doing is weeding out the stuff I don't need anymore, work clothes, shoes and stuff, files I needed to keep, informational books, talk about donating things and dumping things!!
And I'm STILL not done.
My Hunka Burnin' Love is still with me, although he was in and out of the hospital 3 times from last November till this August all on account of a virus that settled into his balls! Let me tell you Bigger is Not Better, just when we thought we cured it, the dang thing came back!! I tell ya the Doctor's even called the CDC on this one.
Well the end result is a massive long term dose of antibiotics, and Hunka swears the cure was as bad as the illness, but he's a lot better now.
I'm going to be writing this as a journal from now on, what I see, observe, remember, reminisce and yea, complain about and I still will be politically incorrect, because I don't give a Darn!
Anne Lamott had a perfect motto about journals and such, she said "You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should've behaved better."
And to that I say "Darn Right!"
So I'll be here from time to time, ya' all just check in when ya can.
Mean Kitty brushing off her dictionary.
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