Well, she woke up this morning calling for Armand. I came in and got her up, well before he caretaker arrived. Covered her legs with a throw and placed her in the living room. She asked where Armand was and why he wasn’t helping her up. I told her he was gone, for about 5 to 10 years now. (Shirley in quotes, me without.)
“Gone? Where did he go?”
He’s dead Shirley.
“How?”
His body just gave out and he died.
“Really?”
Yes, he died in Santa Fe in the hospice there.
“Does Richie know?”
Yes, he knew but he’s gone too.
“No he’s not, I just talked to him the other day.”
Sorry Shirley, but he’s been gone now for about 4 years. He had a heart attack.
“Why didn’t anyone tell me this?”
We did Shirley and that’s about when you had your first stroke.
“I had a stroke?”
You had 4 strokes, maybe more.
“Really? 4 strokes? Why don’t I remember?”
Strokes affect your memory.
“I have a good memory. I should remember all this.”
I guess I should go for the trifecta here. Anita’s dead too.
“Good, I never liked her. You wouldn’t have liked her either.”
Marylou now lives less than 30 minutes from here.
“I know, she lived here for a few days and you got rid of her.”
That you remember, but you don’t remember anything about Armand and Richie passing?
“Nobody told me that they died.”
Shit, I tell you everything, good or bad.
“Really?”
and on and on and on
What a way to start the day. She’s still sure we never told her any of this, but she mentioned that we probably did it so as not to cause her worry. I could go on and it could sound humorous to some, but she was truly confused and it wasn’t a fun chat.
Nina, I’m not sure how you would have handled the questions or how you had handled them in the past, but I just told the truth.
She’s planning on joining me for dinner tuesday evening at Rialto. I may just stay home if she insists on coming.
She’s reading now and seems to enjoy the activity. I like talking to her, but it still bothers me that she’s so confused.
Well, not really, but at night when it counts, I’m A L O N E! I have the entire bed to myself. I will be the only one snoring in the room. I can stretch out and flop my arm in any direction without hitting anyone. A.L.O.N.E.
Nina is eastward bound. Heading to Chicago to clean ML’s landfill with Andy and Debra. Debra? Are you wondering who Debra is? To bad, I’m not telling you if you don’t know.
Found out yesterday that Erin’s father has had no driver’s license for 4 years. Four years? Hmmm, that time frame sounds very familiar. Could it be that since Erin was born this dumb ass had no driver’s license? Four years? I’m betting he got the D.U.I. that cost him his driver’s license after Erin was born. Now NM is a drunk driver’s paradise with provisional driver’s licenses and the drunk having the ability of having a D.U.I. expunged after a period of time. He’s told Tori that his past D.U.I.’s have already been expunged and he has a clear driver’s license, so clear it doesn’t exist! I swear to God, I don’t know why I haven’t ended his dumb ass already.
Since Nina has made arrangements for Shirley’s care while she’s gone, so much so that I can vacation somewhere myself, I will be hiking a lot while she’s gone. No, I’m not taking a hiking vacation, just going back country for a bit during the day, each day I hope. I figure to see what it’s like to walk as much as Beth and Nancy. I swear they walk insane amounts of steps daily. Over 100,000 steps weekly frequently. That’s over 10 miles a week. Crazy females. I’m hoping to do some trips to the SF Nat. Forest and hike a few trails Jamie and I walked some years back. They hit some good altitude and end up in some seriously remote places.
Yahoo is the most hacked web based email service. Even if you use their service for non-imporant stuff, you need to be extra vigilant if you use their service. They allow unlimited attempts at entering your password and that allows hackers to gain access to your account and use all info stored there to ruin your life.
How it works:
Hack your Yahoo account.
Learn your recovery email address
Use your Yahoo password to see if it works on your recovery email
If successful, they have access to all your emails that are stored your primary email’s server. They will be there unless you use their web based email utility to delete them. Sorry.
Chances are that you get emails from your bank, credit cards, broker, and other financial places there. Account numbers may be attached along with login names.
If this info is included, the hacker will try the Yahoo/regular email password to gain access to these accounts.
Even if they can’t access your accounts with that password, they can sent in a lost password request and monitor your email accounts until that info arrives.
At this point, you are screwed. You will lose access to these accounts at this point and the hacker will be able to drain the accounts at will and they will drain them one at a time until they get it all.
You have no recourse with the financial institutions. It is your responsibility to maintain a safe online environment to access these accounts.
The hacker is not in this country and there will be nothing law enforcement can do to help you, other than to take a report.
Two old guys, one 80 and one 87, were sitting on a park bench one morning.
The 87-year-old had just finished his morning jog and wasn’t even short of breath.
The 80-year-old was amazed at the guy’s stamina and asked him what he did to have so much energy.
The 87-year-old said, “Well, I eat rye bread every day. It keeps your energy level high and you’ll have great stamina with the ladies.”
So, on the way home the 80-year-old stopped at the bakery. As he was looking around, the saleslady asked if he needed any help.
He said, “Do you have any rye bread?”
She said, “Yes, there’s a whole shelf of it. Would you like some?”
He said, “I want five loaves.”
She said, “My goodness, five loaves! By the time you get to the 3rd loaf, it’ll be hard.”
He replied, “I can’t believe everybody knows about this shit but me.”
Yesterday morning saw me on the road at 7:00 a.m. I was expecting to meet with the county manager and Tito Chavez regarding my proposal to combine the advertising efforts of the county and the city. I was wrong. Both were there, but they were under the impression that I called them to the meeting. Right, that happens all the time. Other people started to arrive. People from city government. People that represent a variety of non-profits. The chamber of commerce head. The former owner of the Plaza Hotel. Les, the county manager, and I were both confused. Tito seemed nonplussed about these people arriving.
Turns out the advertising director of the city called the meeting. She’s sharp, never let any of us have a clue what was going on until the meeting started. The meeting took my proposal and carried it to newer and higher levels. Grants. Interactive kiosks at the airport and the 3 main entry points to the state. FREE business advertising on a state tourism website. Joining forces at proportional levels financially. This is one sharp cookie.
The non-profit people were severely put out on this proposal. It forced them onboard as partners while seriously cutting funding for them doing the same types of things that her proposal does much more efficiently. Every objection was met with a rational and reasoned response. Chamber chick and Plaza Hotel guy were both fit to be tied by the time the meeting ended and while I’m not that fond of either of them, my position forces civility with them, so I enjoyed watching them choking on their bile.
Poker last nigh ended with me leaving early. I blew my wad and walked out rather than tossing good money after bad. I had fun during the game, and Jiminy stopped by the house to look at the gold piece that we found in ML’s safe deposit box. Jiminy, a.k.a. Gregory Ghent (google him if interested, add Santa Fe and San Francisco to the search criteria), is an art appraiser that is part of our poker gang. He is currently researching the piece and he needed to see the piece in person to answer any questions that his experts ask him.
Nina and I had lunch in Pecos. Erin went back to Dilia. Tori stayed home, but has plans today. Andy stopped by for some reason, but I can’t remember why. Shirley was silent yesterday. I did a short cleaning job on my Jeep’s interior.
Head to Dilia again to pick up Erin. Hope she’s in a good mood.
Last night was dinner at Arrow’s Ridge. Nice evening, good food.
Turns out one of my poker compadres is a world renown art appraiser and has all sorts of connections in all fields of appraisals. I may have to start being nice to him. NAH, it’s too much fun ripping on him. Gregory, a.k.a. Jiminy Cricket, has offices in Santa Fe and San Francisco. I named him Jiminy during one poker game and it’s a nickname that’s stuck during the games.
Curt, our esteemed poker host, asked me to do bodyguard duty for him but he never called on the day I was supposed to do this. It seems that he has a tenant that stopped paying rent in a commercial building he owns. Downtown Day Spa in Santa Fe is the place. Check out the reviews on Trip Advisor, scary shit. Anyway, it appears that he fears the woman that owns the place. I asked him last night what happened to my guarding his scrawny ass and he said his wife called the lady and made other arrangements. I’m pretty sure this is not over.
I know that unlicensed bodyguard duty opens me up to all sorts of troubles, but there are things in life that I just have to do because I’m just nosey at heart.
I just looked up as I was typing this post and noticed that it was snowing. Kinda late in the season, but we’ll take any moisture, any way it comes.
The sequester is all the Republican’s fault according the that bastard from Chicago that runs this country. I guess he and his are all blameless in this process. He’s a jerk off.
Facebook is making more changes. I hate change. They never make it easy when they make their changes.
This morning when I woke up, it was above freezing, snowing, and my lot was nicely wet. Since then the clouds went away, the wind picked up and the temperature dropped. My lot is now ice covered and I’m going to have to salt the pavement. Oh well, weather is not controllable.
Just saw the advert for the Gathering of the Nations, billed as the largest pow wow in the nation. We’re gonna have to miss it this year, London beckons. I enjoy going to the pow wows when possible.
Today I’ll grade my lot again. The rain from last night makes it easier than when it’s dry. No dust!
What a nice day. Near 70 right now and we have blue skies.
Erin and I are playing a chasing game lately. I have to trick her to catch her.
Nina had a TV installed in ML’s room. She never needed a TV until she noticed everyone else had one.
Comcast needed to check out Nina before they gave her service. I guess she looks shifty or some such shit.
Poker tomorrow. Looks like we’ll have a full house at the table. Been a while.
Burgers for dinner tonight. I guess I’m cooking again.
I didn’t have lunch.
Feel better now. Cracker did good work on me. Neck was the worst. It scares the crap outta me each time he cracks my neck, but he hasn’t paralyzed me yet.
Erin is fighting zombies and she told me that she had to do it alone because they are big zombies.
Nina’s been mean to me lately. Probably should put her down before she bites me.
I want to go fishing.
Later
I am a husband, father, grandfather, friend, business owner, traveller, Harley rider, citizen, patriot, gun owner, politically eclectic person of strange personal habits. I support police, trust no politicians, and can argue any side of an argument just to amuse myself. People love me or hate me and those that are in-between don't know me.
