Friday, July 27, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
But, they've got some VERY clear pictures of the perps thanks to the new digital security cameras. These pictures ain't fuzzy.
One thing was puzzling though. When I asked the detective if he'd had a chance to talk to the witness who'd seen the boys hop the fence and hightail it to their house, the detective said he'd not been given the information. He wasn't pleased. I had him call 'Pup, who looked up what the address was, gave the name and address of the witness to the detective, who was delighted to have the information. Wonder what the deputy sheriff did with the information??
Anyway, when the detective called me, he was very polite and solicitous. When he called 'Pup he was also polite, but after getting the address and info, 'Pup says the guy got downright happy... and described in detail what he'd like to do to the punks.
It may be a small, petty victory, as I'll never get anything in my wallet back again...but at least I know that some of the money they stole had to be used to buy gas to try to get away, and that the boys may be in some trouble for leading the cops back to their house... I'm pretty sure they haven't had an opportunity to celebrate their crime.
Oh, I hope the detective gets to do a couple of the things he promised to do..in such forceful and colorful language.
I just returned from the ER room tonight. My left leg has been a little swollen, and tender in spots, and I was afraid the DVT was kicking up. The ER doc ordered some sonograms of my legs, and they didn't find anything, so she thinks it may be a secondary infection associated with the abscessed tooth.
And yes, I need to go to the dentist, but the dentist can't do anything until the antibiotics have cleared up the infection. Meanwhile, I can't really take off of work, as we're a tutor short in reading and writing and the math tutor decided he didn't really like working with little kids. Go figger.
Anyone out there the West Houston area with a mathematics background and some experience in teaching or tutoring? I've got a sweet little part time job for you....
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Day was pretty good after that, for the most part. I'd gotten the new Harry Potter book yesterday...btw, what was everyone lining up at the door for? All I had to do was walk into a Barnes and Noble, pick up a book (and a few others--yesterday was good day after work), and check out. I even checked out faster because I'd not reserved a copy. Those that had reserved a copy had to be checked off a list and go to a special register.
Back to today: I spent most of the day sitting out back by the pond, reading. I got down to the last 10 or 15 pages of the book when I had to go in and quickly dress and get down to the tutoring center to interview a new tutor.
On the way home, we stopped at a Walgreen's. I left my purse in the car and took my wallet. I should have put the wallet in my pocket. I didn't.
I took my eyes off my wallet to say something to 'Pup. I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye and turned back in time to see two young men come running at me. They grabbed my wallet and were running away almost before I had time to screech "STOP!" I kept screeching. Loudly. Some of the screeches came as my first instinct to CHASE came clicking into my head.
Unfortunately, that instinct hadn't received the memo that the legs..don't chase nutt'n no more. I made it about 1 1/2 steps forward, and then the next half straight down, left side a little ahead of the right. Which is logical, as I'd been pivoting on my left leg. My pivoting impulse manager had also failed to get the impaired mobility memo.
My screech-at-the-top-of-my-lungs function was unimpaired. Not that it did much good. No one stopped them. 'Pup took off after them, and got outside in time to see which way they were going. He got in the van and took off after them....first yelling back that his wife was on the floor in aisle 3. He lost them, but a woman who'd almost run over them as they were running was able to point him into the subdivision where they'd gone over the fence.
Once in the subdivision, he saw a man in his driveway, who told him that yes, he'd seen three young black men hopping the fence, and that they'd often done so just there. He was able to identify the house he saw them go into, just two doors down.
At this point, 'Pup should have gotten the addresses of the witness and the house. He didn't. Instead, he walked up to the house. The lady who answered said that there were nooooooo young teenagers in the house, the only boys in THAT house were only 5 years old. Meanwhile 'Pup noticed that the curtains in the front windows were twitching in at least three different places.
Meanwhile, back at the store, I'd been picked up by the good people working there. We'd gone up front, looking for 'Pup. That's when I found out that he'd taken off after the young men. I spoke to some of the witnesses, who told me what they'd seen.
The assistant manager took me in, got a chair and started taking my information. Someone had already called the sheriff (we live in the unincorporated part of the county). The good sheriff got there before 'Pup got back, but only just.
There were several employees who'd seen the jerks leave. Their descriptions matched mine pretty well. There's even a camera record of what they look like. Unfortunately, it is a new system and can only be accessed by the manager.. who wasn't there. They'll get the records to the sheriff's office tomorrow.
I hurt my left elbow and perhaps shoulder. While sitting there, I began to feel dizzy, probably because I was coming down from the adrenaline rush. Just in case, the sheriff called EMS. They checked my bp, it was fine. They had a student with him who got to do the vitals. Poor lamb was shaking like a leaf. I asked them to check my blood sugar levels, as I wanted to make sure the shakes, et al wasn't due to me crashing down. When it came time to do the lancet.. ohhh my. The poor guy was really shaking. I coached him about stimulating blood flow on the finger before using the lancet. With the blood thinner I'm on, I don't usually have trouble getting a good droplet, but I figured he might as well learn with me.
The student and the other EMS gent helped me out to the van, as by bp was good and the sugar levels, while lower than I'd expected (I'd eaten only an hour or so before), were good to go. We'll see how I feel in the morning.
Meanwhile, I'm on hold with the bank. We've got both credit cards I carried frozen and I can get my licence redone tomorrow. Luckily, one of the tutors lives not too far from me and can give me a ride to work tomorrow, and 'Pup can take me home.
I lost some money, my licence, some identification, my insurance card and my dignity.
Everything but the dignity can be replaced.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
The disparity between his world and the world the rest of us live in has only gotten more obvious. When he was told his mother had died, he had no reaction. None at all.
The only thing that has brought b-i-l into interactions with the real world has been the dog my P-i-L got when they had the land in the Hill Country. He's been able to teach the dog tricks, and spends every living moment with the dog. He takes good care of Butch.
But. My P-i-L is getting on in age and wants to divest himself of most burdens. He wants to live in an apartment, perhaps one with some assisted living amenities. He does not want to live with his son anymore.
So, he's found the b-i-l an apartment, within walking distance of some grocery stores. He'll cover the rent, but he wants 'Pup to take control of the money he gives to 'Pup's brother. And, no, the apartments do not allow dogs.
B-i-l is adamant about not wanting to go to this apartment. He is convinced that somehow, someone will come and tell him that he can bring his dog and live for free. He is contentious, and a little paranoid, thinking others are stealing from him.
What's to be done with Butch? Well...seems we'll get custody of him too. He's not a small dog. He's bigger, by about half, than Chuckie. And I am afraid of what taking this dog away from my b-i-l will do to both him and the dog.
I don't know what to do. We approached Social Security, but b-i-l is afraid of doctors, so we've no, and let me repeat that, NO medical records for him. This is a 60 year old man who hasn't been to the dentist, doctor or to get new glasses for over 25 years, at the very least 25... it could be more.
My take on him, for what it's worth, is that he may be a fairly high functioning individual with some form of autism...perhaps Asperger's. But, what do I know?
I don't know what to do. I would almost rather he came to live with us so that he could be with Butch rather than see the two of them separated. B-i-l is so much more...connected...with things when he's working with this dog. 'Pup's not so sure. He wouldn't mind the dog, but says he's lived with his brother and it wouldn't be easy. I know that. I don't really look forward to sharing our house with a person who might forget to lock the door behind him, or might feel "guided by God" to give away everything in the house. This has happened before. He's an easy target for a con artist.
I think a better option would be a residential placement. Somewhere he'd be cared for when needed and perhaps get some Occupational therapy. I think he could hold down a job that didn't require a lot of human interaction and was comfortably repetitive.
Does anyone out there know of anything that might help? Please?
Friday, July 20, 2007
Sunday, July 15, 2007
- A moonflower had to open while there was still a leettle bit of light left.
- I had to have the camera.
- It had to be NOT RAINING.
- 'Pup had to tell me it was blooming. And I'd BEEN outside today, and just didn't see the just about to open bud.
Oh well, in my defense, I woke up this morning with a chipmunk cheek. My right lower jaw was swollen and it was hard to talk. I've been ignoring a bad tooth for a few weeks, hoping to wait until the insurance kicked in before going to the dentist.
Looks like I'll have to wait for a week now anyway, till the antibiotics take effect.
Why do these things always happen on a Sunday? Oh well, the good news is that there is an Urgent Care clinic near the house. We didn't have to wait long, about 10 minutes, and the doctor and nurse were apologizing for the need for us to wait at all. See, one of the patients before me had to be transfered by ambulance to a hospital. I didn't mind the wait!
One telling remark overheard in the waiting room (there was one family there, probably with the patient needing transfer). A little girl, playing with the sand/magnet table said that she didn't mind staying there, she didn't have to go to X's (I'm assuming a relative) house. She liked this restaurant...
She was incredulous when it was explained to her that this was like a doctor's office. And y'all... it was nice at that.
It was nice right up to the point (pun intended) where the nice nurse had to give me a big ol' shot of antibiotic....and no, it wasn't in the arm.
Oh well. I've got Tylenol 4. I'll survive.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
photo from here
Friday, July 13, 2007
Yes, Lady Monster Split Leaved Philodendron lives and has grown another foot or two taller. It is now taller than the 7 foot fence it grows next to.. and it's planted at a slightly lower elevation than the fence.
And she still enjoys munching on the occasional ladder....
So, we've two good sets of sheets, and they take turns spending time on the bed. I want more. And, I want some for the daybeds. And I want some with whimsy. Adult stuff is so.....boring sometimes. I want to go with some really bright colors and patterns. They don't come in the grown up areas. I have to look in the collections of kids bedding to find my inner child's perfect room.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
The outside of my "garden room"...aka the former porch turned into an extension of the master bedroom. The vines on the arch are: moonflower, hyacinth bean and sweet potatoe. The sweet potatoe was by accident. I wonder if we'll have some sweet potatoes afterwards?
Caladiums. They've naturalized there and I just add a couple every year. I need three more corms and the little area would be full.
My elephant ears are getting big. The rain's encouraged them.
This was a 25 cent rescue. It's a rubber plant and it didn't look like much last October, but it's beginning to do well outside. After the new growth gets a little bigger, I'm going to cut back the original, tired and somewhat worse for the wear stalk.
I have a few things I need to finish planting.
This isn't really what I want to do. I'd rather find some books on tape, or in this case, CD, to listen too. When I listen to music, I tend to drift off, and daydream. This is not a good thing when driving in Houston traffic.
The audiobooks are expensive to buy though! And I prefer the unabridged versions when I can get them. I sometimes borrow some from the library, but I uhmm sometimes am late, and late fees are not my friend. Besides, except for Friday, I can't get TO a library when it's open.
So, I'm thinking of signing up for a service that sends out audiobooks much the same way that Netflix sends out movies. There are a lot of titles out there in the genres I prefer, and in a pinch, I've even been known to listen to a hysterical romance or two if I'm not in the mood to ...ohh...say.....THINK.
Thinking is sometimes an overrated pastime.
The prices are reasonable and there are three plans to choose from. They even have one plan that includes a choice of getting paperback books. That would save me a lot of money......and space. 'Pup is so unreasonable about books stacking up around the house. Not that I've been able to buy many lately. I miss new books, I really do. I miss them more than I miss cable, and I miss me some HGTV.
On the upside, he is really GLAD to see us when we do get home. And I think he looks forward to Fridays and Sundays as much or more than we do.
He's funny about what he will and won't eat. He loves chewing shoes, for example...but most of the high quality dog foods? Eh.
Ever since the scare with the Chinese melamine in the wheat gluten, we've been kinda particular about what we feed the furry kids. Spitty is okay. She likes the food we give her and we've finally found the perfect style of canned or pouched wet foods.
For Chuckles, we're trying a variety of Premium dog food types to try to find one that he'll do more than nibble. We're thinking that since he prefers to eat people food, perhaps an all natural food will appeal to him.
It's worth a try.
I would be willing to lay odds that I could probably rig up a solar oven inside my car and have dinner ready to eat by the time it was time to go home.
Thank GOD above for Auto air conditioning.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
I am sooo tired of trying to read in my chair, next to an anemic lamp that doesn't really give good enough illumination to make out the (increasingly fuzzy---I ain't gettin' old am I?) letters in some of the paperback books. Outside light is better, but y'all...it's gettin' hot down here, and after all those weeks of rain, the ground is still so saturated that the humidity hasn't gone below 99% (okay..90%) since I can't remember when. And them 'skeeters is gettin' hungry.
I need a better lighting system.
Yah, we need at least on new Address Plaque.
Although...I think I need to weed the flowerbeds first. Sometimes anonymity is a good thing.
on. And when the show is a live interview, the abilities of the people that must be listening while simultaneously typing at mad speed to keep up. I do well to keep up with my own thoughts, much less trying to keep up with someone else's thoughts.
How do they do it?
Well, if not for me, then at least a portfolio for 'Pup and, eventually, something for me to carry my new laptop in. (They say thinking positively will help make things happen...)
Till then, at least the old ones are durable.
I want to take advantage of being in one of the largest metropolitan areas in the US by actually going to concerts, plays or just the dang museum. Actually, as I've got my scooter, I can do the museums again..YEAH!
I want to go traveling and see some friends I've only known online and treat them to concert tickets to something we both want to see or someone we want to hear.
When that happens, I'm getting a new computer, hopefully a laptop. Tho...
I was in one of the uhmm Office Supply stores and was looking at the options. One of the discussed options was Dell. The machines are very reasonably priced and it is possible to upgrade them fairly inexpensively. One place to get the Dell Memory products offers a variety of parts needed to make a good computer even better.
Now, if only artificial resuscitation was possible for my poor dead laptop...
The above is a direct quote from a site that provides RFI Shielding products along with a variety of other small parts that make sure big parts don't fail. They are small, but very important pieces of the whole.
It's nice to know that some things are still made in the U.S.A. I've heard for so many years that American workers were among the most productive in the world. Why then, do so many companies outsource? It is a mystery to me.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
1. Post the rules for the meme at the beginning of your post.
2. This meme consists of the blogger listing eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged in this post are to write their own post listing their own eight random items and list the rules.
4. At the end of the post/meme, list the folks you are tagging and leave them notice of such in their comments.
Eight Random Items About ME.
1. I LIKE anchovies on my pizza. Why? I don't know. They're salty, smell to high heaven and taste yummy. 'Pup hates'm with a purple passion. This causes a problem on the few times we allow ourselves a pizza, as I am the one who orders. If he doesn't want a pizza with half of it covered in anchovies...well........
2. I am a storyteller. Y'all, I can tell fairy tales to adults and have them spellbound. I've done it. It's a cool feeling to look out at an audience and see somewhat surprised enjoyment on faces.
3. When I'm happy doing anything, I tend to sing snippets of songs. This is especially true when I am tutoring. Something, a word or a phrase, brings a song to mind, and I sing parts of it. Fortunately, I can carry a tune.
4. When I was singing regularly, I sang women's a cappella barbershop with the Sweet Adelines. I sang the high harmony part. I had a three octave range. I miss being able to do that. Perhaps, when we've got the last of the debt from the last two years paid off, I can take off the nights of tutoring I need to go and join a local chorus.
5. I know a LOT of kid's songs, old songs, campfire songs...you name it. The chorus I sang with used to play a game where the teams would throw out a word and see if the other team could come up with a song with that word in it. After the fifth time I was the last one singing...they stopped playing the game. Dang.
6. No one in my family, especially 'Pup, will play Scrabble with me. Hey. My daddy taught me that it was disrespectful not to play to win. 'Pup won't play Canasta or Spades against me either. It's not that I'm a bad winner. It's just that usually.... I win.
7. 'Pup WILL play Backgammon against me. He used to play for hours at a time when he was in college. He usually wins. Well...mostly.
8. I can speak VERY loudly. And I don't mean shouting. Shouting implies that one is straining one's voice. I can make a gymnasium full of third, fourth and fifth graders fall silent in fear when I speak loudly enough that even a hundred or more of them cannot drown me out. This has been a useful talent. What can I say? My voice...carries. When I was singing with the chorus, I'd sometimes be the only tenor amoung 30 other voices. I was more than enough tenor, thankyouverymuch.
Okay, now for the tagging. Uhmmm. Hummm. Most of the people I read and would do this meme....have done this meme. If you've not........then consider yourself tagged.
Sunday, July 08, 2007
just before the deluge hits,
when you can smell the rain in the air,
wind blowing everywhere.
when the air smells of ice cream
and green leaves.
I venture out uncaring,
out in a nightgown, if I can
(just the gown)
The air takes liberties with me,
blowing under and over and thru me
and the thunder rumbles like my heart beating,
and the trees sing with the wind,
and all else is quiet
except for the approaching storm.
Even the summer cicadas silence their song in reverence
to the approaching weight
of rain-laden wind.
And I, embracing
Dancing as I stand,
leaning into wind’s caress
with arms outstretched and worshiping
Saturday, July 07, 2007
That being said, I've found another company that pays for posts. It is Bloggerwave. I'm trying out the postings for now, and I'll tell you how they work out. Till then, you might check them out too.
(Only one more week till 'Pup gets paid for the first time!)
This tactic had some mixed results.
He finally got a job with a company he did not do this to.
But, there is a website now, called masterseek that provides a lot of information about a lot of companies. Might have been useful...but I'm really glad we are done with the looking!
Four store fronts down from us, brand new car, juuuuust missed going into the Jason's Deli, a very pretty silver car was driven INTO the (mercifully) empty store.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
This job thing is really cutting into my gardening time!!!
Oh well... I'm off tomorrow. Okay those of you out there who said I'm "off" today too... consider yourself disciplined. Go, stand in a corner. Go, slap your widdle hands.
I'm grumpy, sleepy, sneezy, dopey....and I need a nap. (it's 7:42 am when I'm writing this)
Yah, I get to have July 4th off, but I have to work on Friday to make up for it. Sigh.
Meanwhile, 'Pup got the news that his July 4th day off will start a few hours early, as the bossman at the new company wanted everyone to have plenty of time to celebrate.
On a disquieting note: after years of 'Pup and I asking his father if things were in order for when he'd be gone (not a morbid question, one prompted by the fact my mom and dad had set things in order about 10 years ago, in response to my grandmother's death), (where was I?) Oh
After years of asking about arrangements, my dear P-i-L has called his two children (there are three, but my bro in law is not able to be part of this) together to discuss with him what he wants done and what's to be done. One of the things they'll be discussing (I hope) is what is to be done with the bro-in-law, who cannot live by himself, and will need some looking after.
Something in the tone of his voice when he called the other day has me worried that he's about to share some bad news.