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The fun, the frustrating and the unbelievable-- Living in the Nation's Capitol |
| The story of relocation, transition and assorted moments of self deprecating reality... |
| My sister, the alcoholic and addict called this afternoon. Is there a difference or one in the same? Cheryl only calls me if she wants something. I get a knot in my stomach when the phone rings. If she is calling me, she is desperate because I am the bottom of the family totem pole. Everyone else had said no, and I am undoubtedly the last resort. My nickname in the family is Judge Judy, the one that calls it like it is. “Hi, it’s your sister Cheryl,” she began in a scratchy and desperate cracking voice. After superficial greetings, “I have a favor to ask. I am homeless tonight. Would you lend me money to cover two nights in a hotel? I went to see Guthry for a couple days and now I am stuck because there are no buses running and I cannot get back to mom’s place.” “Cheryl, did you quit your job last week,” I ask? “Yes,” she replied. “Why can’t you ask your boyfriend (and fiancé) for the money,” I asked? “Guthry is tapped out, he paid for the last three nights in the hotel, and he does not have it.” Have Guthry ask his parents for the money, or stay with your (50-year-old alcoholic) boyfriend’s parents.” “They won’t give up the money,” Cheryl replied, “and we’re fighting. I am going to dump him. I am not taking his calls. I am going to be homeless if you can’t help me.” We discussed her perpetual drama. Always asking, always in trouble, never planning for anything, no regard or concern for anyone except herself. Then, “I don’t want to lie. I did not quit, I got fired.” Predictable I thought. “There was an altercation with a transsexual – a transgender person. I called him a her, or her a him, or some shit like that… You’d never understand, but I am doing everything right, I’m not drinking,” said Cheryl. I often preach to my siblings discouraging aide that enables Cheryl’s actions. So today, I was not going to be the enabler. “Sorry Cheryl, I don’t have it. I cannot pay for two nights in a hotel,” I said. “I have a paycheck coming to mom’s place soon. I will pay you back, I promise,” said Cheryl. She has never paid anyone back, I thought. “No Cheryl, I am going to take a pass. I don’t have it,” I said, and disconnected the call. Now I wonder how long before the next level of drama. This will escalate, we are not done with this incident; act two forthcoming. |
| February 9, 2022- On this date, I finished The Best of Me, by David Sedaris. This audio book, read at a normal speed was 788 minutes in length. During the course of this audible book, I rode 247 miles, the equivalent of a road trip connecting the District of Columbia to Columbus OH. Thank you Mr. Sedaris, for your contribution to my mental and physical health and well-being; a great read. |
| I need a gift idea for my mother's birthday. Understand that she re-gifts everything. Most gifts are recycled the following year, but mom once re-gifted a niece's present to her son within 90 minutes of receipt; a record. Any ideas? |
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