Oops, I Did it Again

Seems I got a week ahead of myself in pronouncing Activity Director’s End of Summer Luncheon. That event is not until next Tuesday — still five or six weeks before the actual end of summer, but whatever.

Today, thus far, has been a disappointment insofar as Indictment/Arraignment No. 4. I’ve seen no news as to what if anything is going on with No. 45 showing up at the Fulton County courthouse.

I did however run across news that Thao, the former cop who held back bystanders while Chauvin murdered George Floyd was sentenced to an additional 4.75 years in prison on state charges for holding back those concerned citizens, including a first responder — an off-duty firefighter who walked up on the scene, identified herself, asked to be allowed to provide aid to Floyd.

The arrogance Thao displayed toward that first responder with his "If you are who you say you are, then you know not to get involved", disturbed me just as much as Chavin’s actions, so these additional years — to run concurrent with the three and a half years he’s already serving on federal charges for depriving Floyd of his civil rights, are well deserved.

Thao’s continuing arrogance is still on display with his statement at this latest sentence that he’s grown in his "Christian faith" while in prison (don't they all) and that "I did not commit these crimes. My conscience is clear. I will not be a Judas nor join a mob in self-preservation or betray my God".

Spare me!

Do your time, be grateful you didn’t get life and wake the f*ck up.

And speaking of arrogance, just how arrogant and privileged can a person be to think they can park their pontoon in a place designated on a dock for the Riverboat. THEN, not only refuse to untie and move your boat when the dock employee asks you to so the Riverboat can come in and while folks on the Riverboat are chanting the line "Move b*tch get outta the way" from Ludacris' song at you. THEN, when the dock employee goes to untie your pontoon himself, you assault him. THEN seven more of your arrogant privileged friends pile on this one dock employee and begin to beat, kick, assault him.

How arrogant and privileged in your thinking must you be to think that any of this is okay for you to do?

Tee shirts are already out commemorating those who stepped up and revoked that privilege card.

There’s also talk of making August 5 an unofficial holiday.

I imagine some of those who stepped up will need bail money and lawyers — for sure Chair Guy will need bail and a lawyer.

I stand ready to donate to legitimate gofunds and hopefully lawyers will step up pro bono.

Jaw-Juh! On My Mind

Tomorrow is Activity Director’s End of Summer Luncheon.

Tomorrow is also Arraignment No. 4.

No contest there. If 45 is once again compelled to drag his sorry arse to court, I’ll be a no-show in the Community Room, glued to the tube with popcorn and coffee, wishing and hoping the Force will be with us this fourth time.

Outta There!!!

On Friday, I mastered sideways on the ladder exercise, no injury, by not raising knees and jumping, but just stepping from rung to rung in a marching manner.

Not what Trainer would like to see, but worked for me.

Returning from the Cave, I ran into the resident of the Bad Energy Unit.

He greeted me. I, in return, said, "Hi" and then, as we passed each other added, "Quiet up there isn’t it?"

I guess he’s experiencing no difficulties from whatever entity was detrimental to other residents of that unit (except that I noticed his belly has grown by a lot) because in response to "quiet up there isn’t it", he rolled his eyes, let out an exasperated breath and said yesssss, like he’s bored.

"You should come to Tuesday’s End of Summer Luncheon, meet some of the other neighbors", said I.

"I’ll try".

I don’t think he will, but busy little man that he appears to be, always coming/going (maybe still employed), he’s bored.

And when I say his belly has grown by a lot, I mean protruding, like pregnant in the short time he’s been living here.

Bored and overeating or it’s like in the sci fi movies where the entity has entered and is residing in the human form — in this case, residing in his belly.

Fed up with the financial institution I’ve been with for 40+ years, after researching banks last few days, I took steps on Saturday to check out the one I was interested in moving my account to.

Didn’t like the location so, decided to do further research during the week and set about other errands.

The Craft Store was full of customer, but only one staff person and he was working the register.

I was third in line at the yardage station waiting for service and, as the line got longer, the young man working the register responded to the bell and looked flustered.

As he began handling our yardage requests, he kept looking up, over, around and seemed stressed — appropriately so.

When the phone began to ring and he couldn’t answer it and take care of our needs as well, he looked really worried, so I said, "Yep, looks like it’s only you working today".

"I keep looking around, wondering where did everyone go", said he.

"You know what's gonna happen ... as soon as you take care of all us customers, the others will show up. Right now, they’re probably having a lunch party and didn’t invite you", said I.

Everyone in line laughed, the laughter caused him to relax a bit and, as he continued to soldier on he said, "You know … it's interesting you said that, because we do have a member leaving. This is her last day and they’re probably all in the back room having a celebration".

"WOW!" said I. "I was dead on … I should go get a lottery ticket".

I made a mental note of his name (Joel) so that if my ticket won I’d look him up and give him a taste, only I didn’t stop my travels to purchase a ticket.

From the craft store, I ended up at Sprouts. Looking around at a new complex being built in the area, all the new shops and stores going up, I heard myself say to myself, "This would be a great location for a bank" (near the craft store I frequent, near the new Jeep dealership and Costco. Nail salon next door).

I kid you not ... I looked over and saw a financial institution I’d not previously noticed or even considered.

And just like that, I opened an account and began the process of getting out of the troubled bank.

Looks like just in time because later that evening (yesterday) I saw that troubled bank in the news yet again — fraudulent bank accounts to meet a sales quota and customers reporting missing deposits.

That last one hit me because I recently noticed a direct deposit that looks like it has never been credited to my account. It showed up as in there, but the daily total didn’t include it.

Had me all confused, like maybe I’m not understanding what I’m looking at correctly, but now I know others are missing deposits as well.

I’m outta there!!!, and looks like I’m getting out just in time.

Thoughts and Prayers

This was posted to FB last night.

The request did not go as the poster expected.

Let’s start with the obvious.

• Uhm....he's not the president.
• That’s FORMER President Dump.

From there was no love for Dumpledorf .....

• That's all he's got, a prayer.
• Lets pray he gets 20 to life.
• I pray he gets sentenced to prison.
• I pray to God they hurry up and lock him up.
• I pray for a swift conviction.

Here's one many are hoping and praying for .....

• I pray he doesn't become president.

This one is a classic .....

But wait, there's more ......

I pray he receives the Justice he’s been avoiding.

Prayers for him to get what he deserves! And the sentence that he deserves!

Praying that he goes to prison

and Big Bubba wants him to be his special friend for years and years.

I’m praying he doesn’t last long enough to go to prison.

I'll be praying for him ... To get the maximum sentencing.

I always pray for Trump using Psalm 109:8

I had to look that last one up in my King James ... and yes, I have a bible. Two actually. A Red-Letter King James and a New Testament King James.

Why?

I don't know, except maybe tradition — we always had a bible in the home when I was a child.

So, anyway 109.8 says "Let his days be few; and let another take his office".

If that isn't the perfect prayer for No. 45, I don't know what is.

I guess whoever posted the request for prayers didn't realize a prayer can be backhanded.

Indictment Day, Round Three

Set alarm to get up early, watch the news, not miss a moment of No. 45’s third perp walk, only to learn his Arraignment wasn't until later this afternoon.

I do appreciate how 45 has scheduled his arraignments to occur on my non workout days, so I don’t have to call Trainer and cancel so I can glue myself to the tube.

Today’s late arraignment gave me time to get the popcorn ready as I listened to the various pundits explain the charges and express their amazement at how so many of his supporters remain convinced his lies are truth and he’s being persecuted for political reasons rather than for his criminal behavior.

"There are none so blind than those that will not see" came to mind.

It’s depressing, demoralizing, discouraging.

I’m scared.

Rents are out of control, the economy is out of control, homelessness is running rampant, racism and crime is escalating, the cops are most definitely out of control, health care is broken, politicians are self-serving, there is just so much already broken that, if he gets reelected, it might be the last straw.

I may have go for a walk ... in traffic ... on the freeway and hope for the worst.

Show time arrived shortly after noon, my time, and found me all set with popcorn and coffee in my indictment cup.

As I watched his plane arriving in D.C., I found myself regressing — from being completely spiritual minded, trusting the Universe, to knowing the Universe has a plan for all that we see as discord/disharmony, from believing that even though the appearances are bleak, after all is said and done, things will work out in the end to the benefit of all to regressing back to Wishcraft and Visualizing.

In the 90’s, when I was in that toxic work situation with the three witches I’ve blogged about, I was so desperate as to Wish and Visualize something so awful that I should be ashamed but am not.

Desperate times call for desperate measures and Henrietta was the worst of the three so, when she had me set up weekend business airline travel for her, I knew when she'd be in the air.

At that time, I was shopping in the Del Amo Mall, but took a seat, closed my eyes and began visualizing her in the plane, mechanical issues, the plane going down.

And yes, I felt bad about the other passengers, but had to write them off as collateral damage.

Color me beyond pissed, snappish even rude when, arriving back in the office on Monday, Henrietta called to check in.

So, even though it didn’t work then, and even though it’s against what I’ve been taught as a spiritualist, a Contemplative, I found myself regressing this morning to Wishcraft and Visualization when I saw his plane arriving in D.C.

It landed just fine, but not yet ready to give up, I remembered the sad circumstances of my old boyfriend Jim’s life ending as the result of a fall down his basement stairs.

Looking at those steep steps 45 had to navigate from the plane, I began thinking and visualizing fall fall fall.

As you all saw, that didn’t happen either.

I gave it my worst y'all.

The thought of this man ruling and ruining the country even more than he's already ruined it is making me lose my religion.

Other than that, it’s been a pretty good week thus far. With no errands I must run, no place I must go — other than to my workouts, and no medical emergencies to deal with, I’ve had time to listen to myself think, catch up on the baby’s latest scrapbook, even got to work on sewing that quilt for the new baby expected in December.

Not much reading of The In-Between happening because, though like I said, it’s not a sad book, it is an emotional read. I get through a few pages, tears fill my eyes to where I have to put the book down. Pick up where I left off a few days later, read a few more pages and again I have to put the book down because of tears in my eyes, so on and so forth.

It's a really good read, but going to take a while for me to get through it.

At least my normally dry eyes are getting a good watering.

Speaking of medical emergencies, in response to the complaint I filed against my doctor’s care team for dicking me around to the point where I had to go to a clinic down the street for a simple prescription refill, I received a letter from a Senior Consultant of the medical center indicating my grievance has been shared with the Family Practice Department Chief and Department Administrator "for review and action, as appropriate. We strive to consistently provide high-quality health care and service to our members and appreciate this opportunity to learn how we can do better".

I don’t know if this is just more bull crap, but it sounds good.

At the very least, that intake nurse that got on her high horse, talked down to me, acted like she knew more than I did about my own body, has been put on notice to not play doctor or God, to stay in her lane and just do her freaking job next time she deals with a member.

Third Time's the Charm?