Friday, January 19, 2018

WTF is going on?

A photo I took of them a few years ago at a steak dinner.

You wake up one morning and find out, that a couple you've met, are dead. Then you wake up the next day to find out it was a murder-suicide. Everyone on social media that knew them, kept saying it was their son. (The dead were a husband and wife in the photo, and their son and his wife, along with 3 dogs and 2 cats) Next day, the news reveals it was the wife. She shot her husband of 50 years, along with her son, daughter-in-law and she killed the pets. Then she set fire to the house.

What the F--k is going on in today's world?

I met them at the VFW - didn't know them outside functions, but I do remember they both were very nice. My husband knew him.

Then you hear about the California family - who hogtied their 13 children, chained them to beds, and starved them half to death.

And there is the Olympic doctor, who has sexually molested 150+ girls.

Has it always been this way? It seems like it is constant. Every day you hear of some horrific crime. Plus all the sexual abuse and molestations...

This stuff happens everywhere - nowhere is safe. In the cities, in suburbia, and in rural country areas.

What makes life so unbearable for some?
What makes a father and mother have children to only abuse them?
What makes a "healer" want to abuse young athletes?

Yeah, this has really bothered me today. You just never know...

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Retirement and Senioritis

The new neighbor(s) moved in on Saturday and all seems fine. From what Intel, I have gathered it seems like it is a young single guy. He has a bike rack on the back of his car. That's it. That's all I know.

Saturday, my husband, and his VFW post worked at the home of a disabled veteran. Turns out, this man, served in Vietnam and his son served in Iraq and he too is 100% disabled and lives there at the house with his parents. The home needed to be repaired and improved so Home Depot donated all the materials for free and even some of the employees came out to donate their time to help. My husband laid tile in the bathroom and poured cement for wheelchair ramps. He put in almost 9 hours.

He comes home and he starts talking about retirement. He doesn't know if he can make it 5 more years. He is 61. I guess everyone gets that way when you are close to retiring. He says he is worried about his heart and blood pressure plus he has arthritis. However, just between you and me - he can put in 8-9 hours doing hard labor and he says he wasn't hurting. It's like when I was a senior in HS. I got Senioritis. I barely made it to graduation I was so fed up with the school's social politics. I'm thinking, this is what he may be going through. His doctor says he is fine, doing well and to keep up his physical activity. The doctor has not limited him in any way.

I guess we are going to have to sit down and go over everything - maybe it won't be in 5 years - maybe in 2 years, I don't know.

So for those of you who worked and were within 5 years of retirement, did you ever get Senioritis?

Saturday, January 13, 2018

Maybe this weekend


Dick and his wife, moved out on Wednesday. He did show up briefly, Thursday to put the garbage cans back in. Then yesterday, I saw a strange car pull into the garage.

I'm excited and thinking positive in regards to the new neighbors. I refuse to worry about it and waste all this beautiful quiet. We'll deal with whatever comes  -

I remember years ago, living in apartments when I was young. I always seemed to live beside someone who partied and played their music wall-pounding loud. I enjoyed my loud music and always tried to be respectful because that is just how I was raised.

Years ago, when my first husband and I rented a house, we lived next to drug dealers and once there was a drug bust and a shootout.

Another time, we lived next to a wife beater.

I've lived next to neighbors who wanted to hang out all the time, to neighbors who thought they were ABOVE everyone else. One house I lived next to, had 2 pit bull dogs and one of the dogs hung himself. He was tied up and got up onto his igloo doghouse and the chain got caught and he hung. My kindergarten son and his little friend came to show me - it was terrible.

My childhood home in the Haight Ashbury today

If you don't live on your own property, miles away from anyone else, chances are you have neighbors and in some areas (like California) they are way too close for comfort. Like in San Francisco, the houses are smack up against each other, in rows. Although I don't remember, ever hearing the neighbors.

Those houses are close together!(My house was the 4th from left)

That's urban- city living for you. You just get used to it.

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