YsD reached out and touched me with the aid of a phone card. I haven’t phoned her at all; ever since she flipped on me that day and asked for money after spending an hour claiming that she was going to make it on her own with no help from anyone. And how [...]

Bree’s little buddy Justin caught up with me yesterday while I was weed eating out front. Some little snowflake with a grudge had told him that we would call the police if he knocked on our door again.

I told him that it absolutely was not true and asked who had lied to him. [...]

The chair is evidently the source of all power - Bree must return to it periodically like an electric hybrid plugged into an outlet.

We just came from the mecca of home improvement with a new gas grill. No, I did not let him even look at the air tools. Seriously.
So, I’m [...]

Just a YsD update. She didn’t call Arthur on Sunday to wish him a happy Father’s Day and also failed to call her son for his 9th birthday, which coincidentally fell on the same day this year.
When I spoke with her on the 11th, she expressed alarm that she’d not found work yet. [...]

I just took an apprising peek into the garage, with the purpose of a good cleaning in mind. Usually I dart in, get what I need and skedaddle back into the sunlight without actually taking stock, because it’s bad.
But it needs to be cleaned up as part of our hurricane preparedness; there are things [...]

Happy Dad’s Day to all fathers out there, whether you have human or fuzzy kids.
This picture of Bree *is* appropriate, lest you think I’m simply trying to get one in anywhere I can. Which I normally do, but…
We were playing ball when the thing jumped up and embedded itself in the shrub. [...]

Fifteen years ago today Arthur and I stood in a small room of the South Dade Government Center and exchanged marriage vows.
We had lived together for a few years, been close longer, but the truth was… I thought it was time. I said ‘let’s go get married’ and he said ‘okay’ and we did. [...]

…she wants money. One hundred dollars to buy food and bus fare.
Let me tell you about the progress she has made. She has identified her problem as an inability to proceed past the survival phase of life. It’s all she knows and all she does. When living with others, she becomes [...]

After a blessed silence, the wind blows harder. That’s how it works after you’ve gone through the eye of a hurricane, anyway.
I’ve received two calls from YsD in the last week. She has: no job, no prospects, no car, no phone. She borrows a cell to call me, but hers is long [...]

One month after her husband was hospitalized, my Best Friend’s Mother passed away this morning.
She had a heart attack last week and they put in a stint… I thought she was improving; people said she looked better than she had in years. But there was an infection and she never left the [...]