Colossians 4:5-6 (New King James Version)
Walk in wisdom toward those who are outside, redeeming the time. Let your speech always be with grace, seasoned with salt, that you may know how you ought to answer each one.
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Up before the break of dawn to let the dogs out back with the cat as I drink that first cup of coffee.
Second cup of coffee as we watch the 06:30 school bus drive by our house to take the elementary children off to their school. Check the weather for the day to see if leaving the dog food out of the shed is ok for the next 14 hrs.
Third cup was still outside enjoying the sunrise that is unseen from the backyard, but the sky has lite up and the roar from Hwy 501 and East Cox Ferry Road traffic hides the birds’ calls.
Work – you are not allowed as an employee to mention anything of the campus without censorship less you are fired. Class of 2025’s final day.
Aimee has to leave to live with her mother again due to the hospital (for profit – could give a rat’s arse about the patients) needing the bed from a 80+ year old woman that has had two botched operations and another fall and break of her right hip. Aimee is her slave at the house where there are no witnesses to Viva’s actions, treatment, and 24/7/365 abuse of Aimee verbal and mental. Oh and the mother has no problems calling the police (via 911) that she is in fear of her life from the intruder (her only child) that is not aiding her every wish and whim. Seems we cannot get any nursing/care service to work with Viva due to everyone refusing to work with her. Is she thankful for the sacrifice of Aimee and I? That’s a “FUCK NO!”
I walked into the house that used to be our rest and refuse from the cruel world to step into a men’s urinal hosted by a bus stations in the deep South mid-Summer heat and humidity. They do not smell it here anymore than they smelled it in the dungeon we got them to move out of. I haven’t even gotten through the doorway with the night’s groceries and Father is asking if I have clippers to cut the 1/4″ of hair on the back of his neck that has been a MAJOR point of contention these last 3 days. “Here, let me go get that one for you,” with groceries in hand I head into the bedroom, and into the master bathroom grabbing the clippers from under the sink. I’ve learned since they showed up at Christmas that when Father has his mind on something – to hell with everything else in the world. It’s just easier to take care of the matter you can and move on with your life.
The funny is when I handed him the clippers he asked, “are they electric or battery?”
I replied, “no these are gas powered super clippers,” with a smirk on my face which was replied to with a smirk of “smartass” from Father. He claimed, “its a legit question,” to which we both smile and moved on. Now would I give you a tool that wasn’t working without fixing it? Oh the confidence shown.
Night’s young and I’ma close this here.
