It’s good to be back after 4 months offline. My HP Pavilion gave up the ghost after 7 years of hard labor on February 1st of this year. Then 2 trojans laid Stephen’s Dell computer low. The HD was destroyed, and had to go into the shop. Two warnings: don’t download Whitesmoke and Spyware Doctor, and don’t buy a Dell computer. Whitesmoke bills itself as a translation program, but all it’ll do is translate your computer into a pile of slag. Spyware Doctor also describes itself as a helpful program that claims to get rid of spyware. It’ll destroy your hard drive. Whitesmoke is connected to IMVU, and Spyware Doctor is connected to Dell. We have a saying about Dell: “You can tell it’s a Dell; it smells.”
I should have had a Windows 7 computer by now, but Errol, our late unlamented house mate, had stolen my laptop to pay for his booze. We can’t find it anywhere, so we figure that’s what happened. Never trust a Christian. I also couldn’t afford or find the extra memory to enable the Seshat 4 to run Windows 7. I hope he’s in jail now. He deserves it. Every so often Stephen will get a call from some very irate person looking for Errol. I hope those people find him, and beat him to within an inch of his life.
Now to more positive things. We think we may have a viable house mate after nearly 2 years of searching and running our ads. She’s personable, eager to learn about Paganism, and loves the putties. The putties love her too. But I’m still going to run my ad just in case. According to the manager, she was supposed to meet her here yesterday afternoon, and never turned up. I think I’d better run the ad just in case she flakes out on us. What is wrong with these people that they make an appointment to see the house and then they never arrive? Don’t they realize that the people who live there change around their whole schedules to see this person? Why make the commitment in the first place if you aren’t going to come? And they don’t call to say they’d made alternative plans or that they got unavoidably detained.
Why won’t the Goddess let us have a house mate so we can have a bit more money for food? I’m so tired of merely subsisting. I have no more lessons to learn from poverty, and I have lost whatever small compassion I may have had for those worse off than I; as far as I’m concerned it’s them or me. If you detect some anger there, you’d better believe there is. I try to use the Secret, but it’s hard, so hard. I have to tell myself “I have the money. It’ll be here any day now.” My stratagem for waiting is to get busy with something so I don’t mind the wait. It’s worked for me so far. That’s why I always have a book with me, and have hobbies like crochet and embroidery. People have told me, “You must have a lot of patience. I would do crochet and embroidery, but I don’t have the patience to do them.” I tell them that I do them because I don’t have patience. I like to see my work taking shape under my hands. This way I’m doing something constructive and creative while relaxing with a good movie. Besides, embroidery and crochet are fun!
Last Saturday we went to an art exhibit at our friends’ gallery, Gallery14 at 14th and 60th in Sacramento. If you’re local, look them up and check them out. They have a website Gallery14.com/. The art they have this month is the art of Forrest Robinson. It is unusual to say the least. It’s the stuff of which nightmares are made. I wouldn’t want to look very deeply into his subconscious. His art features ghouls, skeletons, serial killers such as Gacy the gay killer clown, and other nightmarish phenomena. I was very surprised that one of the gallery patrons had brought their 4 year old son. At age 4, they’re especially susceptible to nightmares. I just hope that child didn’t have nightmares after he and his parents got home. I doubt that his parents have the wit to use my remedy for nightmares. It has to do with either a live pet animal or a toy stuffed animal and lucid dreaming. I taught it to my daughter when she was 4. If I get enough requests, I’ll describe the remedy more fully in a future posting.
This is the second posting I’ve done on Google Docs. I’m starting to get the hang of copying and pasting to its ultimate destination. When the doc is done, I just highlight the entire thing, press ctrl-C, then go to my place and press ctrl-V, and the entire stinkin’ thing is posted. I just examine it to make sure there’s no typos then click on Publish! and I’m set. Once I realized it was exactly like on Stephen’s computer, it was easy. I can easily go from Google Chrome, where the document is stored, to PaganSpace.net, to My Page, where I’ll put it on blogs.
We’re doing a lot of groups on dark fantasy and horror. We finished the post for our newest vampire group Twilight for Pagans, our 4th vampire group. Next will come Dark Shadows for Pagans, then Forever Knight for Pagans, Moonlight for Pagans, Blood Ties for Pagans, Hammer Films for Pagans, Lycanthropes for Pagans, Monsters of the Silver and Small Screen for Pagans, then on a lighter note, Nose-Tick Philosophy for Pagans. This group will explore Stephen’s obsession with noses. It will be a sister group to the Order of Humor Magick. I wonder if I can talk Stephen into a group called “Clive Barker for Pagans.” Clive Barker’s films and books are a particular guilty pleasure of mine.
Stephen’s P.O.S. computer will be in the shop for just a few more days, then he’ll be back, and back to his old tricks again. I just hope it won’t be cybernetically risky behavior. Also, if you know anyone in the Sacramento area, who needs a fairly cheap place to live, we’re still anxiously trying to get a house mate. The rent is $400 per month, plus utilities, which will average out to around $80 per month. We can share meals if you are an omnivore. I tend to cook for a gang anyway. Let me know if you find anyone suitable. I don’t want to share my phone number online, but if you send me a personal message, I can reply to it, and include my phone number and hours you can call me. I will, however, include the 800 number, since that is a public number. 1-888-611-7982. Also there are our websites http://abbottsinn.com/ ,
http://abbottsinninternational.com/ and our ning network http://abbottsinn.ning.com/ .
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Whew! We made it!
Whew! We got bailed out. My 2nd ex-hubby didn’t want the mother of his elder daughter to be homeless, so he sent a check to our landlady. She should have it in her hot little hands by the time you read this. But this doesn’t let you off the hook. We need readings, classes, and research. Thanks to all of you who helped or offered help. As Stephen said, “Tegwedd’s ex-husband took a lot of the pressure off of us, but we still have SMUD, AT&T and PG&E to grapple with. Now that we don’t have the threat of eviction hanging over our heads, we can begin to feel hope again.”
We’ve lost a lot of ground because of the rent crisis. We have Facebook, Googlegroups, Paganspace.net, Paganspace.com; Myspace, but it’s still going through reorganization, Wiccantogether, and blessedbeuk.ning.com, and Avalon, which Stephen has taken over our groups. We’re in the process of rebuilding our “empire”. Of course, there’s are very own ning network, abbottsinn.ning.com. Like the phoenix, Abbotts Inn International is arising from its ashes, spreading its beautiful plumage across the Pagan Internet. At the present time, we need more staff members. Counting Stephen and me, we have 6. The other four are: Walt & Julie, SilverRaven, and Tony son of Crystal. We cannot pay cash money. What we can offer are readings, classes, and research for as long as you work for AII.
We need a house mate yesterday. Well, actually, 19 months ago. We’ve already sent a free ad to the local Self-Help Housing agency, and will have done a craigslist ad by the time you read this. If you know of a free place to place ads, please tell us. We are limited by the transportation issue too, since neither of us has a vehicle.
Stephen just said, “This has been a good day.” I knocked on wood so as to appease the Gods and the spirits. I always do that when someone utters a positive assumption. Now that the pressure is off about eviction, it’s time to start thinking about a positive future.
We have been given a special gift by Andy. Andy has given of his generosity. We must show that we are worthy of this. So we’ll do a special payback system. Since I don’t have a job, I’ll pay something like $50 a month, and Stephen $100 a month, once we get a housemate, and things stabilize.
Stephen was doing a reading on his new job for two lesbians, and all of a sudden Christian rock comes blaring out of his speakers and headset. The system was hacked into and being attacked by right wing jesoids! Then you wonder why we have such a low tolerance for Christians. It’s not only because of what their ancestors did to our ancestors, but what they’re still doing to us. Things like jamming us with their poison when we’re just trying to make a living so we can pay our bills. The reason Stephen got into such a hole with SMUD to begin with was because of, you guessed it, a Christian house mate who didn’t pay his share of the house bills. He thought that just because he was right with Jesus, he could skate through without paying his share. From all the calls that Stephen is getting about people looking for him with hostile intent, we’re guessing that his kharma is about to catch him very soon, if it hasn’t already. Maybe the Christians among you are saying, ”Don’t paint all of us with the same tarbrush, or that isn’t a typical Christian. But it’s typical of the quality of Christians we see. We’re skeptical enough of your message that we don’t believe what you say, since it’s proven to be a bunch of lies, at least for us. We go by what we’ve experienced. The biggest lie of all is that Christianity is for everyone. It isn’t. Few are those who can actually do it right. The vast majority of Christians are nothing but hypocrites. This is because Christianity was forced upon the majority back in the 4th through the 11 centuries. It’s still being forced upon people today. So if we’re not real tolerant of you, I hope you’ll be a true Christian and forgive us. Christianity today is about having power.
Our secondary focus is to find social networks to put our groups on, and write our blogs on. To contact us, call us at 1-888-611-7982 or 916-455-2267. You can find us at http://abbottsinn.com/ or http://abbottsinninternational.com/ or http://abbottsinn.ning.com. We offer Tarot readings, readings with other forms of divination, Pagan and magickal classes, and Pagan/magickal research in our 12,000 volume library. Prices won’t be mentioned here, because a lot of the hosts of the networks I’m posting this on don’t want us to mention money unless we’ve shelled out big bucks (which we don’t have)for their pro-memberships, and besides I told Stephen I would no longer post his begging blogs.
We want to thank all of you for being with us and helping us in this time of crisis. As I said before, we now look forward to a more positive future. .
We’ve lost a lot of ground because of the rent crisis. We have Facebook, Googlegroups, Paganspace.net, Paganspace.com; Myspace, but it’s still going through reorganization, Wiccantogether, and blessedbeuk.ning.com, and Avalon, which Stephen has taken over our groups. We’re in the process of rebuilding our “empire”. Of course, there’s are very own ning network, abbottsinn.ning.com. Like the phoenix, Abbotts Inn International is arising from its ashes, spreading its beautiful plumage across the Pagan Internet. At the present time, we need more staff members. Counting Stephen and me, we have 6. The other four are: Walt & Julie, SilverRaven, and Tony son of Crystal. We cannot pay cash money. What we can offer are readings, classes, and research for as long as you work for AII.
We need a house mate yesterday. Well, actually, 19 months ago. We’ve already sent a free ad to the local Self-Help Housing agency, and will have done a craigslist ad by the time you read this. If you know of a free place to place ads, please tell us. We are limited by the transportation issue too, since neither of us has a vehicle.
Stephen just said, “This has been a good day.” I knocked on wood so as to appease the Gods and the spirits. I always do that when someone utters a positive assumption. Now that the pressure is off about eviction, it’s time to start thinking about a positive future.
We have been given a special gift by Andy. Andy has given of his generosity. We must show that we are worthy of this. So we’ll do a special payback system. Since I don’t have a job, I’ll pay something like $50 a month, and Stephen $100 a month, once we get a housemate, and things stabilize.
Stephen was doing a reading on his new job for two lesbians, and all of a sudden Christian rock comes blaring out of his speakers and headset. The system was hacked into and being attacked by right wing jesoids! Then you wonder why we have such a low tolerance for Christians. It’s not only because of what their ancestors did to our ancestors, but what they’re still doing to us. Things like jamming us with their poison when we’re just trying to make a living so we can pay our bills. The reason Stephen got into such a hole with SMUD to begin with was because of, you guessed it, a Christian house mate who didn’t pay his share of the house bills. He thought that just because he was right with Jesus, he could skate through without paying his share. From all the calls that Stephen is getting about people looking for him with hostile intent, we’re guessing that his kharma is about to catch him very soon, if it hasn’t already. Maybe the Christians among you are saying, ”Don’t paint all of us with the same tarbrush, or that isn’t a typical Christian. But it’s typical of the quality of Christians we see. We’re skeptical enough of your message that we don’t believe what you say, since it’s proven to be a bunch of lies, at least for us. We go by what we’ve experienced. The biggest lie of all is that Christianity is for everyone. It isn’t. Few are those who can actually do it right. The vast majority of Christians are nothing but hypocrites. This is because Christianity was forced upon the majority back in the 4th through the 11 centuries. It’s still being forced upon people today. So if we’re not real tolerant of you, I hope you’ll be a true Christian and forgive us. Christianity today is about having power.
Our secondary focus is to find social networks to put our groups on, and write our blogs on. To contact us, call us at 1-888-611-7982 or 916-455-2267. You can find us at http://abbottsinn.com/ or http://abbottsinninternational.com/ or http://abbottsinn.ning.com. We offer Tarot readings, readings with other forms of divination, Pagan and magickal classes, and Pagan/magickal research in our 12,000 volume library. Prices won’t be mentioned here, because a lot of the hosts of the networks I’m posting this on don’t want us to mention money unless we’ve shelled out big bucks (which we don’t have)for their pro-memberships, and besides I told Stephen I would no longer post his begging blogs.
We want to thank all of you for being with us and helping us in this time of crisis. As I said before, we now look forward to a more positive future. .
Thursday, February 3, 2011
IMVU Ripped off Thousands of People on Monday
Monday morning January 31st at 6 am (PST) IMVU changed the codes that enable the triggerless music so that only 20 seconds of any song will be played. If they were having copyright infringement problems, they should have said so in the beginning. But no, they just did it without giving anyone advance notice or reimbursing anyone for the music they had bought. And when Stephen called to complian about it, they were quite happy about what they’d done. They fairly crowed about it, and gloated. Stephen is just hopping mad. This is not the first time that IMVU has ripped off its 150,000 customers. They will take things from people’s inventories they they have paid good money or credits for, and refused to reimburse them. And yet, they do nothing to the scammers who hack people’s accounts on IMVU, nor to the child porn ring that thrives on IMVU. For all of IMVU’s moralistic posturing, and blather about making the GA (General Access) areas safe for children, it makes one believe that that the hackers and child porn ring members have a sweetheart deal with the people who run IMVU.
Monday afternoon we went to the IC3.govwebsite that the FBI agent Stephen talked to provided him with, and filed a formal complaint against IMVU. IC3.gov is run by a consortium of three agencies: the FBI themselves, along with the Internet Crime agence and the agency fighting white collar crime. We urge you to go to IC3.gov and file a complaint if you’ve been victimized by IMVU’s ripoffs. You don’t have to capitalize the I and the C. I just did it to make it stand out, and be easily seen.
Our new 2nd website came up last night. It’s http://abbottsinn.com/. That final forward slash is very important. Be sure you also go to http://abbottsinninternational.com/ and sign up for a reading, a class and or research. For $60, you can have 2 out of the three. Or you can donate through Paypal. Call either number: 1-888-611-7982 or 916-455-2267. Also come to our network http://abbottsinn.ning.com. Upgrading it so that you can have music on your pages is going to be delayed by this rent crisis.
Our new website is the conduit that unites all three. I would like everyone to boycott http://blessedbeuk.ning.com/ and http://ceridwenscauldron.ning.com/ (Avalon). All they care about is getting their sticky hands on your money. They don’t care about their members as people. They are selfish and greedy.
Stephen’s IMVU software crashed several times on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. I’m glad I got out of IMVU when I did. It was just causing a lot of stress. I wasn’t getting any enjoyment out of it. And why does someone do IMVU or anything like like it, if not for entertainment? Sure, there are those who work for IMVU as developers, but even they are getting disgusted and also leaving. The group Save Our Music is growing by leaps and bounds. We don’t know whether its member ship has reached 2000 yet, but it’s getting there. Stephen loves it, and is very active in it. He came up with the battle cry “F___ you, IMVU, pay up or face the music!” I don’t feel comfortable using the F word online. I came back with a counter line, “If you’re going to screw them, use a condom, they probably have a disease.” There are many plans for civil disobedience against IMVU, demonstrations, boycotts, and petitions being signed. Stephen is very impressed by these plans. He wants to see as many people join as possible. So iff you who are reading this got ripped off by IMVU, join the group. It’s not Stephen’s group. It’s not in any way connected with us.
Our newest staff member, Tony, son of Crystal, said, “Some people only have internet at work, not at home. Others, like me, do have internet at home. We like to have our music on IMVU because we don’t have stereos, and the music relaxes us, and helps us to think better.”
It’s obvious that IMVU doesn’t care about its members, except as cash cows. So why do people still belong? Stephen says “Leaving is what they want us to do. I want to fight IMVU from the inside. That’s where I feel we can do them the most damage.” But people are leaving in droves. Last night we estimate that the online population was down by at least 28,000. “I want IMVU shut down.” What I’d personally like to see is IMVU in the same situation we’re in, in poverty, facing eviction, and seeing no way out of their predicament. .
Monday afternoon we went to the IC3.govwebsite that the FBI agent Stephen talked to provided him with, and filed a formal complaint against IMVU. IC3.gov is run by a consortium of three agencies: the FBI themselves, along with the Internet Crime agence and the agency fighting white collar crime. We urge you to go to IC3.gov and file a complaint if you’ve been victimized by IMVU’s ripoffs. You don’t have to capitalize the I and the C. I just did it to make it stand out, and be easily seen.
Our new 2nd website came up last night. It’s http://abbottsinn.com/. That final forward slash is very important. Be sure you also go to http://abbottsinninternational.com/ and sign up for a reading, a class and or research. For $60, you can have 2 out of the three. Or you can donate through Paypal. Call either number: 1-888-611-7982 or 916-455-2267. Also come to our network http://abbottsinn.ning.com. Upgrading it so that you can have music on your pages is going to be delayed by this rent crisis.
Our new website is the conduit that unites all three. I would like everyone to boycott http://blessedbeuk.ning.com/ and http://ceridwenscauldron.ning.com/ (Avalon). All they care about is getting their sticky hands on your money. They don’t care about their members as people. They are selfish and greedy.
Stephen’s IMVU software crashed several times on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. I’m glad I got out of IMVU when I did. It was just causing a lot of stress. I wasn’t getting any enjoyment out of it. And why does someone do IMVU or anything like like it, if not for entertainment? Sure, there are those who work for IMVU as developers, but even they are getting disgusted and also leaving. The group Save Our Music is growing by leaps and bounds. We don’t know whether its member ship has reached 2000 yet, but it’s getting there. Stephen loves it, and is very active in it. He came up with the battle cry “F___ you, IMVU, pay up or face the music!” I don’t feel comfortable using the F word online. I came back with a counter line, “If you’re going to screw them, use a condom, they probably have a disease.” There are many plans for civil disobedience against IMVU, demonstrations, boycotts, and petitions being signed. Stephen is very impressed by these plans. He wants to see as many people join as possible. So iff you who are reading this got ripped off by IMVU, join the group. It’s not Stephen’s group. It’s not in any way connected with us.
Our newest staff member, Tony, son of Crystal, said, “Some people only have internet at work, not at home. Others, like me, do have internet at home. We like to have our music on IMVU because we don’t have stereos, and the music relaxes us, and helps us to think better.”
It’s obvious that IMVU doesn’t care about its members, except as cash cows. So why do people still belong? Stephen says “Leaving is what they want us to do. I want to fight IMVU from the inside. That’s where I feel we can do them the most damage.” But people are leaving in droves. Last night we estimate that the online population was down by at least 28,000. “I want IMVU shut down.” What I’d personally like to see is IMVU in the same situation we’re in, in poverty, facing eviction, and seeing no way out of their predicament. .
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Eviction Blog
It’s over. They’re going to foreclose on the house, so the landlady needs $3300 from the two of us: $2200 from Stephen, and $1100 from me. We need readings for $32, classes for $32, and research for $32, any two services for $60. Also, tomorrow Stephen is going to lose his phone and Internet. That means that all three of his jobs go out the window. Donations of any amount will be happily accepted, Stephen’s Paypal is at abbotts_inn@yahoo.com and mine is at tezra.reitan@gmail.com.
Please contact every Pagan group you can for us, tell them that two Pagan elders are facing total annihilation. You may see me for awhile, because my Internet is on a separate account from his, but if we’re homeless, I won’t have it either. We have enjoyed being here for you these past few years, and want to continue being here for you, but we need help desperately. Stephen can’t call outside of Sacramento because he has no long distance. What with SMUD and AT&T, we owe a total of about $5000. He owes over $600 to AT&T. Call at 916-455-2267 anytime. Also there’s the Abbott’s Inn International number at 1-888-611-7982. My number is 916-457-7476 8:00 am to 10:00 pm. I don’t like getting calls after 10:00 pm. All times PST. We’re beyond desperation at this point.
All Stephen does is try and raise money. He has no social life in the real world, only onlie. My only social life is with the Grove. Despite this, we’ve kept the power on, a roof over our heads, and the cats alive and healthy. We realize that the economy has been rough on everyone (except those rich Republicans), but have no choice but to plead for help. It’s either this, or join the throngs of homeless on the streets of Sacramento. No, I am not being melodramatic. This is the situation. We’re contacting every Pagan we can on the Internet to ask for help. We can’t contact either BlessedBeUK network or Avalon because we got suspended for asking for money without paying for their exorbitant pro membership. If we could have afforded that, we wouldn’t need to ask for money, now would we? Gods, but they’re selfish and greedy!
Stephen’s best client Maria suggested a fundraiser, but that’s all we’ve been doing, and it hasn’t worked in the past. Sure, some of this is our fault, for letting it go so far, but you haven't been doing your part, either.
It’s too bad because we’ve been working on the book about the Tarot, and have the sample chapters almost ready to send to Llewellyn. This book will include two lifetimes of study on the Tarot. If we’re homeless, we won’t be able to work on the book, and that will be a gift that won’t go to the Pagan community. This book will represent the sum total of our knowledge of the Tarot. We have both spent our entire adult lives immersed in the study of arcane knowledge. Decades of our lives have passed in this study with very little to show for it save for the transitory results of the Tarot readings we did. But finally we decided to put down everything we’ve learned in a book. It would be something that will last. It will be something that we can transmit to the future. What a cruel waste it would be if this book were to be prevented from coming into being by our ability to pay our back rent. So we ask for your contribution, not just for our lives, though we value them, but for this invaluable work.
Please contact every Pagan group you can for us, tell them that two Pagan elders are facing total annihilation. You may see me for awhile, because my Internet is on a separate account from his, but if we’re homeless, I won’t have it either. We have enjoyed being here for you these past few years, and want to continue being here for you, but we need help desperately. Stephen can’t call outside of Sacramento because he has no long distance. What with SMUD and AT&T, we owe a total of about $5000. He owes over $600 to AT&T. Call at 916-455-2267 anytime. Also there’s the Abbott’s Inn International number at 1-888-611-7982. My number is 916-457-7476 8:00 am to 10:00 pm. I don’t like getting calls after 10:00 pm. All times PST. We’re beyond desperation at this point.
All Stephen does is try and raise money. He has no social life in the real world, only onlie. My only social life is with the Grove. Despite this, we’ve kept the power on, a roof over our heads, and the cats alive and healthy. We realize that the economy has been rough on everyone (except those rich Republicans), but have no choice but to plead for help. It’s either this, or join the throngs of homeless on the streets of Sacramento. No, I am not being melodramatic. This is the situation. We’re contacting every Pagan we can on the Internet to ask for help. We can’t contact either BlessedBeUK network or Avalon because we got suspended for asking for money without paying for their exorbitant pro membership. If we could have afforded that, we wouldn’t need to ask for money, now would we? Gods, but they’re selfish and greedy!
Stephen’s best client Maria suggested a fundraiser, but that’s all we’ve been doing, and it hasn’t worked in the past. Sure, some of this is our fault, for letting it go so far, but you haven't been doing your part, either.
It’s too bad because we’ve been working on the book about the Tarot, and have the sample chapters almost ready to send to Llewellyn. This book will include two lifetimes of study on the Tarot. If we’re homeless, we won’t be able to work on the book, and that will be a gift that won’t go to the Pagan community. This book will represent the sum total of our knowledge of the Tarot. We have both spent our entire adult lives immersed in the study of arcane knowledge. Decades of our lives have passed in this study with very little to show for it save for the transitory results of the Tarot readings we did. But finally we decided to put down everything we’ve learned in a book. It would be something that will last. It will be something that we can transmit to the future. What a cruel waste it would be if this book were to be prevented from coming into being by our ability to pay our back rent. So we ask for your contribution, not just for our lives, though we value them, but for this invaluable work.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
We Need Help
We need help. I don’t want to write this. In fact, I’m writing it under protest. I hate to beg, but the situation has gotten critical. I owe $900 to our landlady. Stephen owes about $2000. Here’s the situation. I get about $785 per month. Rent is really $500 per month, but if I paid her that, I would have no discretionary income left after I paid rent, phone, and my share of the house bills. That means no money for my prescriptions or for food, and the stuff we get from the food bank does not come close to taking care of my nutritional needs.
I’m writing this under protest for two reasons. One is that I don’t like to beg. Also doing this may be against the rules of some of the places I’ll be posting this blog. Also chances are, not only will you not donate anything, but several of you will post unkind things under comments. Well, if you do, may you soon be in similar financial straits to the ones we’re in.
But if I’m wrong, message me, and I’ll give you the contact numbers.
I’m writing this under protest for two reasons. One is that I don’t like to beg. Also doing this may be against the rules of some of the places I’ll be posting this blog. Also chances are, not only will you not donate anything, but several of you will post unkind things under comments. Well, if you do, may you soon be in similar financial straits to the ones we’re in.
But if I’m wrong, message me, and I’ll give you the contact numbers.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Why Stephen Can't Come to the Computer
Stephen wants me to tell you that he can’t be on the computer because he is overwhelmed by housework and yard work. Of course, he isn’t exactly slaving away at it constantly either. He works during the commercial breaks. Today SyFy was running an “All Saints’ Hospital.” marathon Of course, if you ask him, he thinks that he is slaving away under the merciless searing hot sun.
I had my first check up on my ankle with my podiatrist yesterday. Dr. Van Voris exclaimed with delight over how well my ankle was doing. I got my first real cast, a non-weight-bearing cast. I got a purple case because purple is my favorite color, and as a Royal Grand Duchess, I have a royal dispensation that I may wear that purple. I know that there will be those who will jokingly accuse me of deliberately breaking my ankle just so I can wear purple. I have an answer for them. I shall simply ask them if they realize what a hassle it is to have to be asking for help all the damn time, and not be able to go certain places in the house because the doorway isn’t wide enough to accommodate my wheelchair. And not to be able to take a shower and wash my hair because I can’t get my cast wet.
My social worker is no help either. The county is so backed up that I can’t have any household help for 6 whole months. By then I’ll be up and around. Yesterday all kinds of strangers helped me at the hospital. A couple helped me to the place where I had my appointment. A man held the door of the restroom open so I could go in there. When I was done, and my ride was in front, one of the valet parking guys helped me into the car and folded up my wheelchair. And lest I forget there was the guy next door who came along as we were struggling to leave, folded my wheelchair and stowed it in the back seat for us. If any of you is online I want give you my heartfelt thanks and say those were real mitzvahs you performed yesterday. The wheel of karma is on your side.
Right now I’m waiting for my physical therapist to arrive. My regular one is on vacation so a substitute is picking up the slack. I wonder what she’ll teach me today. Three weeks ago when they operated on my ankle, I was not put out. I was given a spinal, which is a lot like an epidural, in that you’re awake, but numb from the waist down. I decided to think about something else, one of my stories or something our groups. I have the power of dissociating at will. I know others have this power as a result of abuse, but I acquired it via a less violent route. I would do it in class whenever I was bored, which was quite often. I would snap out of it if the teacher asked a question. Then I would play another game. Knowing as I did that the teacher wouldn’t call on me, but on some dumb boy who wouldn’t know the answer, I would continue to act as though I were not paying attention. I drove my teachers crazy, and they never caught onto what I was doing.
Back to the operation: I came back to the present, the here and now, and heard dome clanking noises. I realized that they were still working on my ankle. They finished putting in the plate and sewed me up. They put me in a temporary cast, and wheeled me to the recovery room. Then after a little while, they wheeled me to the room where I would be until Wednesday afternoon. During the wheeling about, we made a lot of Disneyland jokes (Keep your hands inside the ride at all times!) Nobody brushed off my attempts at humor, or told me that I should be serious because this is a serious situation. Everybody joined in the joking. They all seemed to realize that I went to humor because this is how I stay alive. In fact, they seemed to enjoy having me around. Stephen told me that the times he’s gone to the ER they’ve handled him rather roughly, or at least I got that feeling from his description, and general attitude towards hospitals in general. But they treated me gently. I think it’s because they took offense to his political stance, which he makes no secret of. It might also be because he reeks. Also, I was at a private membership hospital. They have to treat us nice. I think that getting on Kaiser again was the best thing I ever did. I’m working on getting Stephen on Kaiser too. Kaiser is the oldest HMO in the nation, and the most experienced.
Well, I think I’ll wind this up and post it. The upshot of all this is that Stephen would be online if he could. Personally, if I were he, while my phone charges, instead of reinstalling “Pirates!”, I would be online renewing my relationships, but he says he needs kill therapy, so that’s the way it is.
I had my first check up on my ankle with my podiatrist yesterday. Dr. Van Voris exclaimed with delight over how well my ankle was doing. I got my first real cast, a non-weight-bearing cast. I got a purple case because purple is my favorite color, and as a Royal Grand Duchess, I have a royal dispensation that I may wear that purple. I know that there will be those who will jokingly accuse me of deliberately breaking my ankle just so I can wear purple. I have an answer for them. I shall simply ask them if they realize what a hassle it is to have to be asking for help all the damn time, and not be able to go certain places in the house because the doorway isn’t wide enough to accommodate my wheelchair. And not to be able to take a shower and wash my hair because I can’t get my cast wet.
My social worker is no help either. The county is so backed up that I can’t have any household help for 6 whole months. By then I’ll be up and around. Yesterday all kinds of strangers helped me at the hospital. A couple helped me to the place where I had my appointment. A man held the door of the restroom open so I could go in there. When I was done, and my ride was in front, one of the valet parking guys helped me into the car and folded up my wheelchair. And lest I forget there was the guy next door who came along as we were struggling to leave, folded my wheelchair and stowed it in the back seat for us. If any of you is online I want give you my heartfelt thanks and say those were real mitzvahs you performed yesterday. The wheel of karma is on your side.
Right now I’m waiting for my physical therapist to arrive. My regular one is on vacation so a substitute is picking up the slack. I wonder what she’ll teach me today. Three weeks ago when they operated on my ankle, I was not put out. I was given a spinal, which is a lot like an epidural, in that you’re awake, but numb from the waist down. I decided to think about something else, one of my stories or something our groups. I have the power of dissociating at will. I know others have this power as a result of abuse, but I acquired it via a less violent route. I would do it in class whenever I was bored, which was quite often. I would snap out of it if the teacher asked a question. Then I would play another game. Knowing as I did that the teacher wouldn’t call on me, but on some dumb boy who wouldn’t know the answer, I would continue to act as though I were not paying attention. I drove my teachers crazy, and they never caught onto what I was doing.
Back to the operation: I came back to the present, the here and now, and heard dome clanking noises. I realized that they were still working on my ankle. They finished putting in the plate and sewed me up. They put me in a temporary cast, and wheeled me to the recovery room. Then after a little while, they wheeled me to the room where I would be until Wednesday afternoon. During the wheeling about, we made a lot of Disneyland jokes (Keep your hands inside the ride at all times!) Nobody brushed off my attempts at humor, or told me that I should be serious because this is a serious situation. Everybody joined in the joking. They all seemed to realize that I went to humor because this is how I stay alive. In fact, they seemed to enjoy having me around. Stephen told me that the times he’s gone to the ER they’ve handled him rather roughly, or at least I got that feeling from his description, and general attitude towards hospitals in general. But they treated me gently. I think it’s because they took offense to his political stance, which he makes no secret of. It might also be because he reeks. Also, I was at a private membership hospital. They have to treat us nice. I think that getting on Kaiser again was the best thing I ever did. I’m working on getting Stephen on Kaiser too. Kaiser is the oldest HMO in the nation, and the most experienced.
Well, I think I’ll wind this up and post it. The upshot of all this is that Stephen would be online if he could. Personally, if I were he, while my phone charges, instead of reinstalling “Pirates!”, I would be online renewing my relationships, but he says he needs kill therapy, so that’s the way it is.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
What's Up with Me
Stephen tells me that you folks have been wondering what has happened to me since last I was here. Well, the short answer is “Life.” More immediately, I’ve been struggling with gallstones. I’d been having what I thought were Gerd attacks, but what I now believe to be gall stone attacks. During the most severe ones, the pain will get so bad that I’ll black out. This has happened to me three times. Once I had a sandwich, and had a bad attack. I gave up eating raw onions after that, believing it to be a GERD attack. The other two times, it resulted in a broken ankle, 2 years ago my left, this last time my right ankle. I’m kind of angry at the surgery scheduling department because if they’d scheduled me in a timely way, I might not have had the attack that led to my broken ankle. When I called the number I was given, I couldn’t even leave a message in Jennifer McCleary’s box because it was full. I’m so angry right now that I’m going to see what I can do to get her at least reprimanded for neglect. And I’m naming names. So if anyone reading this knows her tell her she’s been neglecting her job.
In other news, I’m working on a story at the behest of my psychotherapist. I started on it about 3 years ago, but didn’t get started on it then. When my therapist expressed an interest in it, I decided to go ahead and do it. Right now I’m doing background notes.to set up the story & the characters.
The cats have been a great comfort. They always know when one or the other of us is ailing, and will come and try to comfort us. Well, turn about is fair play, because when the twins, Dr. Livingston, and Pyewacket were spayed, I comforted them when they gpt home from being picked up. Oh, sure, we laughed at them when they were wobbly, but I comforted them too. This consisted of holding them, scratching or stroking them, and saying nonsense things to them in a tender voice. It doesn’t matter what you say, because they can’t understand Human anyway. The important part is the tone of voice you say it in. It should be a soothing tone.
The Renaissance events to which I have gone have been very interesting. At the most recent one, the 19th and 20th of June, There was a wedding of a couple of friends of mine. Queen is out and about. There came a man wearing the flag of a foreign land. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt. For some reason, HRH finds this to be offensive to his sight, and so it is a drubable offense. I became quite imperious, and said,
“Arrest that man!” One of the MacDonalds caught up to him, and brought him into court.”
“You, sirrah, are wearing the colors of a foreign land. The penalty for this is drubbing.”
“
I grabbed the water pitcher at my right hand, descended the dais, and had the man kneel. I then poured water over his head, not touching the offensive shirt at all. Then I gave him a pardon, and a favor. When HRH and HRM returned, I told them both that I had done a drubbing, and they were both delighted for me. HRH was especially delighted. I told him,
“If it please Your Highness, I’ve tasted power and I want more. Oooooh, but that was fun!”
HRH and HRM both chortled and said, “We hope you get to do more.”. .
After that event, I spent a week house-sitting and forging a bond with a funny little dog who acts like a cat except that she comes when called, which no cat will ever do. .I came home, and started in on my story. All was proceeding well until July 4th , when I had that fateful gallstone attack. I finally heard from Jennifer today, so I’m a little mollified, but not completely. Now that I’m resigned to losing it, I want to get it done and over with. But I suppose that August is soon enough, given that I just had surgery less than 2 weeks ago. I was conscious, but surgery is surgery, and not to be undertaken lightly.
We’re planning on doing a post for one of our groups here (Grove of Ogham) and then going to MySpace. We’re hoping you’ll follow us there.
In other news, I’m working on a story at the behest of my psychotherapist. I started on it about 3 years ago, but didn’t get started on it then. When my therapist expressed an interest in it, I decided to go ahead and do it. Right now I’m doing background notes.to set up the story & the characters.
The cats have been a great comfort. They always know when one or the other of us is ailing, and will come and try to comfort us. Well, turn about is fair play, because when the twins, Dr. Livingston, and Pyewacket were spayed, I comforted them when they gpt home from being picked up. Oh, sure, we laughed at them when they were wobbly, but I comforted them too. This consisted of holding them, scratching or stroking them, and saying nonsense things to them in a tender voice. It doesn’t matter what you say, because they can’t understand Human anyway. The important part is the tone of voice you say it in. It should be a soothing tone.
The Renaissance events to which I have gone have been very interesting. At the most recent one, the 19th and 20th of June, There was a wedding of a couple of friends of mine. Queen is out and about. There came a man wearing the flag of a foreign land. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt. For some reason, HRH finds this to be offensive to his sight, and so it is a drubable offense. I became quite imperious, and said,
“Arrest that man!” One of the MacDonalds caught up to him, and brought him into court.”
“You, sirrah, are wearing the colors of a foreign land. The penalty for this is drubbing.”
“
I grabbed the water pitcher at my right hand, descended the dais, and had the man kneel. I then poured water over his head, not touching the offensive shirt at all. Then I gave him a pardon, and a favor. When HRH and HRM returned, I told them both that I had done a drubbing, and they were both delighted for me. HRH was especially delighted. I told him,
“If it please Your Highness, I’ve tasted power and I want more. Oooooh, but that was fun!”
HRH and HRM both chortled and said, “We hope you get to do more.”. .
After that event, I spent a week house-sitting and forging a bond with a funny little dog who acts like a cat except that she comes when called, which no cat will ever do. .I came home, and started in on my story. All was proceeding well until July 4th , when I had that fateful gallstone attack. I finally heard from Jennifer today, so I’m a little mollified, but not completely. Now that I’m resigned to losing it, I want to get it done and over with. But I suppose that August is soon enough, given that I just had surgery less than 2 weeks ago. I was conscious, but surgery is surgery, and not to be undertaken lightly.
We’re planning on doing a post for one of our groups here (Grove of Ogham) and then going to MySpace. We’re hoping you’ll follow us there.
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