Saturday, September 29, 2007
This is the time period when I was paying ALL the bills with no money coming in from him whatsoever.
But the checks that cover that time period are "his" money. So he can spend it however he wants.
His part of the bills since he started getting disability was mainly the rent. He paid it in May, not for June or July, paid it in August and not for September. He'll get a check this coming week, but he's not putting anything toward household bills because he needs the money for his trip.
I offered to buy him a Greyhound ticket if he would leave the truck, but he doesn't want to take his computer on Greyhound and "I need to get around when I'm down there" (in Kentucky).
Well, I need to get around up here in Iowa.
I live about 8 miles from work. (more or less, I'd have to check the exact mileage)
He's also got some grand plans for when he gets down there, thinking he'll be able to save up for a house (not sure if he means to buy or rent) and he'll be able to buy a brand-new pickup with money from a lawsuit he plans to file against the government. More on that later. Maybe.
Anyway, I'm not sorry to see him go, but the girls will miss him, I think. Unless he completely alienates them by continuing in the way he is going. But, I'm most worried about being able to get to work and so on.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
I just kept walking.
I'm not sure where she got that idea. I know a little bit about crocheting, but I'm not very good at all. I can do latch hook, but I don't have any equipment or a kit and haven't done that since my late teens.
I guess it's too much to ask that a person who hangs out at the entrance of Wal-Mart on a Saturday night would be very discerning about my crafty talents.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
So, I got up. Our policy is to get the mice away from the cats. We don't know if the mice have diseases, plus although Buster might like a little mousy snack, he sometimes leaves bits behind. Like a mouse head.
Which reminds me of a Kliban cat poem:
"Love to eat them mousies,
mousies what I love to eat.
Bite they little heads off,
Nibble on they tiny feet."
Anyway, it's not just the possibility of disease and the chance of stepping on a discarded mouse head, it's also about the cat-and-mouse game. You know the one, where the cat catches the mouse, walks around with it in his mouth, tosses it up in the air and chases it again? In other words, he plays with his food.
I just want to go to sleep. Which I can't do while the cat-and-mouse game is being played. So I turned on the light and tried to coax Buster outside where I could get the mouse away from him and release it into the wild (or our front yard).
No luck. This went on for about 10-15 minutes before I woke up Amanda. She's the only one with the nerve to take the mouse directly out of Buster's mouth (using a plastic grocery bag). He dropped and lost the mouse as soon as he saw her coming. Now he's prowling around disturbing stuff trying to find his mouse again. Yippee.
Now he'll probably come up and want to be all lovey with me. Which I'm not in the mood for since he was just playing with a mouse.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Well, I've got a MySpace and a Facebook account, but haven't done much with them. So, I'm fooling around in Facebook and playing with Shoebox and trying to get a video into my Shoebox, but still not sure how to do it.
The video I picked was on Jessica's MySpace - "Code Monkey" by Jonathan Coulton, from scenes from the movie "Traders." It's my favorite fan video of that song, and besides being one of my favorite JoCo songs, it makes me want to see the show.