10:25am – Out at Mama’s house

Happy Birthday to Uncle Ray.  He would be 50 years young today.

We are out at Mama’s, because Mama desperately needed a nap.  She just got settled into one about a half hour ago, while we’ve been here since slightly after 7am, methinks.

Johnny called me last night, mad as all get-out.  I can’t say that I blame him, after listening and thinking on what he said.  He is very concerned about Mama.  He said MH and I are putting WAY too much strain on Mama, and with Memaw’s health being such a tug on her, we need to shutup and back down.

He’s right.  We DO need to leave Mama alone.  I’ve decided that there is no way to deal properly with MH right now.  My sister, much as I love her, is a stubborn ass from waking to sleep.

So….Maria has been offered the "right" to stay in the 910 unit of the duplex if she will clean the 908 unit after we empty it and find a tenant.  Then, in August, Maria, should she choose to stay, will pay $400 per month, as will the 908 tenant.

MH told Maria in her letter that the only thing the 908 side needs is windows.  As usual, she didn’t listen.  We told her repeatedly that it needs electrical work and weatherization work to be barely minimal, living-standards-wise.

Oh well.

I firmly expect that we’ve been wiped out by now.  Stacy found us in Corsicana, and the last time I let Stacy know I was out of town was in October, I believe, of last year….2004, I mean, not 2005….and I was robbed blind.  ALL my appliances except the fucking water heater were stolen.  One a/c I managed to salvage, because the bastards had knocked it out of the window to get inside.  That problem has been cured.  We got Harpo to screw them in very thoroughly….thankfully, as usual, Harpo was helpful and cheerful about it.  He’s always a good guy, and I’m glad to count him as a close friend!!!!!

I do expect, however, to walk in NOW and see it "gutted" again.  Meaning that I expect that maybe ONLY the a/c’s are left in the unit now.  My home commands no respect.  Our belongings are only important to us.  Maybe this is God’s way of teaching me a lesson?  Over and over again?

What lesson?

Pride goeth before a disaster?

The love of money (in this case, material objects) is the root of all evil?

It only hurts because I have so little, usually, and people seem to find glee in yanking it all away from us.

Point made, I hope.

For mon Henri, je t’aime beaucoup de plus,

Elf