The Chair.

The new neighbours moved in yesterday with their U-Haul and they looked like white trash; a woman and a man I saw; both fat and sloppy( and don't get me wrong; you can be fat and dress well and still look nice but not these folks; they looked like typical rednecks) and long stringy hair; you know the type,and they certainly didn't look like the kind that could afford a 300K house so they must be renting, and they put out a bunch of discarded furniture at the side of the road for garbage and I saw this chair(shown here) I liked so i went over and picked it up for the rec-room I can use as my computer chair( way more comfy than the hard thing I have now) and it's a bit rough around the edges( but nothing tossing a throw over it won't hide) but so am I, and it just has to dry out as it's a bit wet from the rain, but now my poor back is just killing me from dragging it across the street as that sucker is heavy as it's mostly wood! It's the antique style of chair I like and it's a pasttime of people in this town it seems to pick up discarded furniture left by the side of the road! HA! I was sad too to see they got rid of their nice antique stained glass windows and replaced it with boring plain ones, and I heard the average cost of a house in this area is 600K too I find hard to believe given the poverty in this town, such as the car I saw drive by the other day with a garbage bag duct-taped as the back window!

Yesterday the second-oldest, the 23 YR old and the 19 YR old all phoned my mother for birthday and when I said it's not right they call her and not me when I'm their mother and I dedicated my entire adult life to raising and homeschooling them she sneered that I'm so jealous but I'm not "jealous"; I'm hurt;there's a difference, and my kids shun me, exclude me, ignore me, disregard me, shut me out, etc. it feels like they've disowned me and if that's the way they're going to be and treat me it says more about them than it does about me and then f*ck 'em and I can just as easily "disown" them,too! I don't need their crap or this shit. The second-oldest also has a BF now; someone she met at a party back in February, and the 21 YR old's going up to Edmonton in September to visit 2 of her brothers and the 19 YR old went to Seattle for the day to see a concert; they've got their love of concerts from me so I guess there's something from me that they do like afterall. Today we're also going to the buffet for my mother's birthday lunch and I'll be wearing my baggy "Genie" pants with the loose elastic waistband for maximum stretch-age.

I also wonder too if the reason weed only works for pain but I hardly ever get high is due to my Aspergers and bipolar; that my brain is just "wired" differently so I rarely get the psychoactive effects, and awhile ago when I went to a weed dispensary they told me at 55 I get the "seniors" discount and at first I felt insulted( and old!) but then figured at least there's something good about being old if I get to save $$$ and it's interesting every morning as well to see people on the street have the same routine as I sit outside and people-watch; the bald guy walking down the street at the same time every day in his swim suit carrying a towel wearing sunglasses and sandals, the red Mustang going by, the old guy shuffling past mumbling to himself, the same people walking their dogs, etc. everything and everyone is always so routine and so predictable.That's life.

Fly, fly, fly high against the sky So high I almost touch the sky.-Bette Midler