Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Greeting from the edge

Just when I thought all the dust of disorder has began to settle down and I can move on with my life, another monkey wrench of fate has been thrown into the works and my life falls into a vortex of confusion. After our last storm system, I noticed that my roof was showing signs of leaks! Rats! So for the pass few weeks contractors have been by giving me their song and dance and giving me quotes on the estimated cost on installing a new roof. Price quote went from OMG to WTF! The big end construction companies quoted over ten grand!!!! Do they think, I'm made out of money! And I live in a very humble, one story, three bedroom house! What are the cost for the big, two story mansions in Southern California? I feel emotionally exhausted from listening to these contractor give me their facts and figures as if I'm been interviewed by a vampire! This is not the time to give up drinking!

Don't know how I'm going to come up with the cash but I do have a CD that is due to mature. Damn, this house has become a money pit! But, I really shouldn't complain. When I see the images from Japan, i grateful I have a roof over my head, even if it has leaks! It's not just the earthquake but damn; the destruction of that tsunami! My heart went out to they.

This Sunday my friend Steve and I went to Little Tokyo in downtown Los Angeles and there was a group of kids collecting for the earthquake relief and of course Steve and I just had to make a donation. But really, I can't image what those poor people are going through; even with those nightmare photo; those people lost everything!

So who am I to complain over paying for the replacement for a roof!My prayer are with you in Japan!

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Mourning becomes Electra

I haven't posted for months-due to the fact that since my mother's death I feel adrift in a sea of grief, What drives me wild, is that in this culture people want to expedite sorrow. I've been told to lift up my chin and get on with on with my life! Really? My mother was my touch stone, the one person I feel who truy love me, for who I am nit who they think I am! She shared all my secrets and my dreams and now she is gone and I have no one to share these things with! I loss my closeness friend and dear companion! For the pass seven years I was her care giver and now I'm also out of a job and it's not easy finding a new job with a seven year gap in your resume. But I don't mind! It was the best seven years of my life, they were golden and I love that fact that I care take care of the woman who took care of me! We made great memories! Now; I'm alone and lost!