...Yeah, but both of you know me...I can be brilliant at times...but other times you need to point out the difference between a spoon and a fork to me.
My mind goes off on it's own, a lot. Usually, it is just fun to sit, and 'observe', but I need to be in a quiet place, and be alone. I will start crying, or giggling, or laughing , and an observer would get worried. But, I am doing a lot of all three lately...watching our GD Gov't. Now, Biden and the MSM are announcing that they are sending the semi-literate bitch to solve the Border Crises...but...she isn't even stopping at the Border.
She is taking BILLIONS of our TAXPAYER dollars and handing them over to the thugs in Guatamala. Gee...guess where that money will go...she will retire as VP worth tens of millions of dollars, I predict. Somehow, she will get a $10,000,000 advance on a book..."The First VP of Color"...that will sell about 68 copies.
If I was VP. and handed the assignment, I would have a helicopter fly me along the border, and land at places where I saw Agents, so I could see the border and the wall, and then ask the ACTUAL AGENTS, who are protecting us, just WHAT TO DO...and then DO IT!!!! Just HOW did the MSM decide that the bitch is a diplomatic genius now, who will stop the swarm of people, when she only got about 3% of the democrat vote in the primary? It was clear, right from the start, that she is way over her head. When she was assigned the task, she had no press conferences for several months, and now she is flying to Guatamala with a plane packed with 10 Billion dollars.
...The Gov't and MSM thinks that we are all idiots, they think that we will believe that sending Billions of our TAXPAYER dollars South will stop the flood. Hell's Bells...if I was a politician there, I would pocket my share of the billions, and then load more buses with our poor, (And pocketing 5K to 7K from each), and drop them off at the US Border, and wait for more billions of dollars to show up, and grab my share.
...I am certainly not advocating ANY sort of violence, but we sane people need to vote the Dems and idiot RINOS out, and get responsible Leadership. I am gently working with my elderly mother about the idea of moving. Her friends are passing on, and California is getting dangerous. We live in a nice area, but we don't even go shopping at the grocery store after it gets dark. I walked a bit further in our nice neighborhood this afternoon, and passed several cars, parked in front of nice houses, that had the passenger side window broken. When I was living alone, in Kansas, I felt safe, and a few times I drove to IHOP at 11:00 pm and had some pancakes and scrambled eggs...'cause I like pancakes with scrambled eggs.
I keep showing my Mother pictures of houses in Atchison KS, especially the photo I have posted, and at times she talks about moving...but it is a passing thought.
...She is happy, now that I am living with her. She feels safe, and I keep assuring her not to worry about finances...I have some coin in the bank, and I insist on writing her a nice check each month for our utilities and groceries, she enjoys depositing a check. At first, I would shop with her, but she would get obsessed over what "she" bought, vs what "I" bought, vs what "we" bought. So, I let her shop, and just hand over a check at the end of the month. I feel comfortable about living like this, I need the companionship, and I am not 'sponging' off her. So, I will stay and support her, she wants to stay in this house that she and my Father had built. She stays on the ground floor, and sleeps in what was my bedroom, and has the downstairs packed with her collector dolls and things. I sleep upstairs, in the master bedroom, and have a study where my desk and exercise bike is. So, we will stay here, as we are, and just see what Life has in store for us.
...*S* I did see the house being built. I was in H.S., and had a "touring" 10 speed. I made friends with a guy who also liked to ride. We didn't get sexual...he came out as gay later, but we did "make out" a few times...and I let him fondle me...I liked it.
We rode our bikes at very high speeds all over the County. When the house was being built, we would ride to look at it during the weekends. We would walk around, and were excited when the stairs were installed. We would get up on the half constructed top floor, and look around. He asked if I would have my bedroom there, and I said I didn't know. (I selected the large bedroom on the ground floor...I was at that age where female hormones...and my personality...were developing...and so I needed to be kept away from civilized people.
) My Parents and Brother lived upstairs. There are some 'things' in the walls of this house that only I know about...I stashed them when it was being built. One is a small bag of silver dimes...but I CANNOT RECALL WHERE THEY ARE!!! So, I suppose that, in a Century or two, a worker involved in the demolition of the house will be very pleased. (But he will hear my voice, shrieking from above..."THOSE ARE MINE...MINE...MINE!!!!" ) Or, perhaps, in my dotage, I will be hauled off to an assisted living place, and the newspapers will report that the inner walls of my house had been mostly pounded away, and I was carried off, holding a hammer, screaming "I KNOW WERE THEY ARE...I KNOW WHERE THEY ARE!!!"
...Anyway, enough of my Free Association rant this evening...see everyone on the morning...
