Its funny, as a write now, I have just reaped three really violent assailants as neighbors. It seems that they don't have enough. Talk about not being satisfied. Why do they have to move in with their rooms arranged in a military fashion for a street gang? Like in a cluster effect. So far everything is quiet. But I am worried. It was a perfect assault. I got in a huge amount of trouble.
It was the last woman that moved me that made me go, just a few hours ago, Okay, oh yeah, I was attacked by them. One of the assailants has been here for years. the other one just moved in a little while ago. But the most vocal one is flying around in red clothing. And she had her friend who invited over to sleep over for the fun. Like she came to visit and then stayed the night. No one knew except us. No fuss. No problem with the assault.
It has been my experience with them is after the raped and the assault and the brain damage, then I got in trouble with the authorities, not them. This is a pattern. Because after an assault you look terrible and your are untidy and you are staggering around and your voice is slurred. It is great if this happens in the most important time. Like when you are representing an organization. Talk about having your aces covered. So what am I going to do?
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
I need a Lawyer.
So I have to find a lawyer. First thing I am going to do is write down the problem here so that the issue is stated clearly.
My parents always said that thank God, if something happened to them, I would be taken care of because they put away enough money. Well that didn't happen that way. On the contrary, I found myself, as a young woman of eighteen thrown out on the street without a penny to my name. I am only realizing this now. I must have been given a severe head injury at the same time everything was taken away. So I did not really know what was going on. But now with rest and food, the memory is coming back. And the question is, what to do?
The problem is, as I see it in retrospect, is the whole concept of fluid capital. If capital is too fluid, it can be taken away. And everything was, by horrible assailants.
First of all the whole saving for the future thing, ( i.e. thank god, we have a nest egg for you in case something happens to us you won't be penniless) breaks down if your parents are murdered like mine were. Sometimes, crime is just a beginning to acquiring wealth. The question remains: How do you make a penniless orphan? Well you just have to have their parents save a nest egg for them in case of their death, and then take the whole thing away: house, car, stocks, bonds, jewelry, future, you name it.
So back to the thought that started this whole issue. The moneys not enough. Promises are not enough. The whole situation replays itself at this time again. When my father died a few years ago he said that I would have a forty thousand dollars a year for life to live on when my mother dies. But that's all that was said. He said that there is a will. My brother says that there is no will. And I was told that if there was I cannot read it until my mother dies. What a great surprise to look forward to.
My brother is so hostile just occasionally that I can really believe that he will leave me without financial support at all when my mother dies. He says he will do this all the time. Not a penny, he says. So the question is: how do I prepare for this.
And the concept is: I need a lawyer. I need a lawyer to tell me how I can find out if I will be financial secure upon my mothers death? Or I will be, in my sixties, totally penniless. What a drag. But I need a lawyer.
My parents always said that thank God, if something happened to them, I would be taken care of because they put away enough money. Well that didn't happen that way. On the contrary, I found myself, as a young woman of eighteen thrown out on the street without a penny to my name. I am only realizing this now. I must have been given a severe head injury at the same time everything was taken away. So I did not really know what was going on. But now with rest and food, the memory is coming back. And the question is, what to do?
The problem is, as I see it in retrospect, is the whole concept of fluid capital. If capital is too fluid, it can be taken away. And everything was, by horrible assailants.
First of all the whole saving for the future thing, ( i.e. thank god, we have a nest egg for you in case something happens to us you won't be penniless) breaks down if your parents are murdered like mine were. Sometimes, crime is just a beginning to acquiring wealth. The question remains: How do you make a penniless orphan? Well you just have to have their parents save a nest egg for them in case of their death, and then take the whole thing away: house, car, stocks, bonds, jewelry, future, you name it.
So back to the thought that started this whole issue. The moneys not enough. Promises are not enough. The whole situation replays itself at this time again. When my father died a few years ago he said that I would have a forty thousand dollars a year for life to live on when my mother dies. But that's all that was said. He said that there is a will. My brother says that there is no will. And I was told that if there was I cannot read it until my mother dies. What a great surprise to look forward to.
My brother is so hostile just occasionally that I can really believe that he will leave me without financial support at all when my mother dies. He says he will do this all the time. Not a penny, he says. So the question is: how do I prepare for this.
And the concept is: I need a lawyer. I need a lawyer to tell me how I can find out if I will be financial secure upon my mothers death? Or I will be, in my sixties, totally penniless. What a drag. But I need a lawyer.
Friday, July 19, 2013
A Hot Day and a Trophy
Boy its been hot. Real hot. Its a funny thing. I was told that if you want to get used to the heat you have to expose yourself to the heat. For example, when I went to the middle east for a vacation I was told to do a lot of steam baths. So as I was getting accustoming to feeling uncomfortable I decided to try that. And you know what? I feel much better in the heat.
However it is really hot. So after I went to the pool I took a stroll back home. On the way someone had left a tangled beaded screen on a bench. Probably they were feeling upset because of the heat and just tossed it. So because the heat and the walk and the fact that the bench was in an appealing shady part of the street I decided to sit down and try to untangle the beads. If the thing looked good it could hang up in the hallway. If not I could get rid of it.
It was a perfect day for repetitive behavior like bead untangling and as I sat there a young lady came up and asked me if I would help. So all of a sudden there were two of us untangling. (it was pretty big so there was plenty of space to keep comfortable). We must have been untangling for about a half an hour and the deed the was done. Give or take a couple of broken beads, I had in front of me a fine example of a beaded seperater (probably from Africa. Lucy said Morocco).
Triumphant I headed back home with the cumbersome object held high over my head. (it was heavy and so it was a relief to get home). I found even a great place for it in the hallway. Some more detangling was necessary but now I have a really funky cool addition to my collection in the hallway. I call it the Inside Gallery and this baby is for sale. for the amazing price of $500.00. That is the highest price that the establishment I live in will let me go.
However it is really hot. So after I went to the pool I took a stroll back home. On the way someone had left a tangled beaded screen on a bench. Probably they were feeling upset because of the heat and just tossed it. So because the heat and the walk and the fact that the bench was in an appealing shady part of the street I decided to sit down and try to untangle the beads. If the thing looked good it could hang up in the hallway. If not I could get rid of it.
It was a perfect day for repetitive behavior like bead untangling and as I sat there a young lady came up and asked me if I would help. So all of a sudden there were two of us untangling. (it was pretty big so there was plenty of space to keep comfortable). We must have been untangling for about a half an hour and the deed the was done. Give or take a couple of broken beads, I had in front of me a fine example of a beaded seperater (probably from Africa. Lucy said Morocco).
Triumphant I headed back home with the cumbersome object held high over my head. (it was heavy and so it was a relief to get home). I found even a great place for it in the hallway. Some more detangling was necessary but now I have a really funky cool addition to my collection in the hallway. I call it the Inside Gallery and this baby is for sale. for the amazing price of $500.00. That is the highest price that the establishment I live in will let me go.
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
The Mayor
Okay so the press is complaining about Ron Wood, the Mayor of Toronto, for taking a picture hugging a gentleman as a best friend and then afterwards arresting him in an act of great hypocarcy.
I recall a movement by police and I thought it was my suggestion, that if you are arresting a really dangerous and famous criminal why don't you take a picture of him with you for a souvenir. Its a tongue and cheek reaction to the idea of just how dangerous a policeman's job really is.
You hear stories of them losing their families and wives by horrible murders so much so that the family unit has to live a special life being aware of the fact of the possibility of a real bad death. Now these people are not really rich.
So when the mayor took a picture with the man was he tipping his hat to the danger and the horrible threats that the man made? If so this was this talked upon the news? Or did the bad publicity indicate that this gentleman who was arrested was dangerous and truly powerful? I don't know.
I recall a movement by police and I thought it was my suggestion, that if you are arresting a really dangerous and famous criminal why don't you take a picture of him with you for a souvenir. Its a tongue and cheek reaction to the idea of just how dangerous a policeman's job really is.
You hear stories of them losing their families and wives by horrible murders so much so that the family unit has to live a special life being aware of the fact of the possibility of a real bad death. Now these people are not really rich.
So when the mayor took a picture with the man was he tipping his hat to the danger and the horrible threats that the man made? If so this was this talked upon the news? Or did the bad publicity indicate that this gentleman who was arrested was dangerous and truly powerful? I don't know.
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Did I ever tell you about Woodstock?
Dear Reader,
Let me tell you about my memories concerning Woodstock.
So, I was being brought home. Where home was I did not know but I did know it was a terrible place. I was in a car, it was just a car like any car without air-conditioning. I was a tiny girl at the time and as usual with the heat and smell of the carbon and the motion sickness, I got sick and asked for what my mother usually gave me:: a doctor prescribed gravel pill to cure motion sickness. The men, I believe there were two of them already felt bad taking me "home" I thought. I told them that it was not my home any more and I told them a really great story and it certainly sounded real to them but if I could not come up with some real substantial proof they could do nothing but send me back "home". This distressed me enormously I remember but what happened exactly I do not remember.
Suffice it to say, because the day was really hot and I was really nauseous and the situation was really quite tragic in regards to me the two men did an unusual thing. One said to just stop the car on the side of the road and we would take a little walk to clear our minds. They parked the car and we started walking. All of us were walking.
It felt great. I don't anything could have felt better than the fresh wind and he freedom of walking and the coolness and the solid ground. It felt great. All I wanted to do is walk. And the two gentlemen, who were also distressed, really felt good walking too.
This is when the extraordinary started. All of a sudden we are walking on a really busy highway two men and small child. A man stops his car and asks us what we are doing. We said we are tired of the car and the traffic and the motion sickness. You have to understand that this was a really hot day. The gentleman said that sounded like a capital idea and he left his car too at the side of the road and started walking enjoying the fresh breeze and the shade and the freedom. then another car stopped and then another and then another until there was a huge amount of people walking just walking down the highway with their cars left at the side of the road.
It turned out we were close to Detroit. You know motor town. And as luck would have it a man comes by in a tow truck for cars. And he said that he could take every single car that was left on the side of the road. I mean every single car and tow away and put away so that it could be safely kept until people came back to claim them. We were incredulous because there were a really huge amount of people already. But he continued to say that because we were in the car manufacturing capital of the world they could take no problem all the cars left and the side of the road and not only that they would give me a free tune up. every single one. And so the numbers increased to a extraordinary amount of people just walking down the road. I believe with the two gentleman and me in front of them. Let me tell you at that particular moment we felt euphoric and I remember that one of the men should his good feeling by just lifting me up on his shoulders as we lead the crowd. It felt very good.
Finally someone said we have to stop somewhere. We can't just walk forever and someone suggested that there was a great open field in his hometown of Woodstock. In this field they often held large concerts. And so we went to Woodstock to play music and that's how the festival came to be. It is a very famous music festival with hundreds of thousands of people.
By that age I was already an accomplished musician and much to my own surprise I was very comfortable on the large stage and I met once again the Monarch of India. It was at this event that I composed and sung the very first rendition of the following song (I don't remember exactly the title but can it be
"The Child's Complaint"?
It goes like this:
"So you think its fine
Building jumbo planes
taking a ride
On a cosmic plane
Oh you make em fast
And you make em tough
But they just go on and on don't you think we've had enough.
I know we've come a long way
we're changing day to day
But tell me
Where do the children play?
The song would be credited to another group I know later (could it be Offenbach?) But I was the original composer. and I composed it a Woodstock. The very first one. When I was a small child.
By the way I would meet my friend the Maharajah of India again on the stage.
Let me tell you about my memories concerning Woodstock.
So, I was being brought home. Where home was I did not know but I did know it was a terrible place. I was in a car, it was just a car like any car without air-conditioning. I was a tiny girl at the time and as usual with the heat and smell of the carbon and the motion sickness, I got sick and asked for what my mother usually gave me:: a doctor prescribed gravel pill to cure motion sickness. The men, I believe there were two of them already felt bad taking me "home" I thought. I told them that it was not my home any more and I told them a really great story and it certainly sounded real to them but if I could not come up with some real substantial proof they could do nothing but send me back "home". This distressed me enormously I remember but what happened exactly I do not remember.
Suffice it to say, because the day was really hot and I was really nauseous and the situation was really quite tragic in regards to me the two men did an unusual thing. One said to just stop the car on the side of the road and we would take a little walk to clear our minds. They parked the car and we started walking. All of us were walking.
It felt great. I don't anything could have felt better than the fresh wind and he freedom of walking and the coolness and the solid ground. It felt great. All I wanted to do is walk. And the two gentlemen, who were also distressed, really felt good walking too.
This is when the extraordinary started. All of a sudden we are walking on a really busy highway two men and small child. A man stops his car and asks us what we are doing. We said we are tired of the car and the traffic and the motion sickness. You have to understand that this was a really hot day. The gentleman said that sounded like a capital idea and he left his car too at the side of the road and started walking enjoying the fresh breeze and the shade and the freedom. then another car stopped and then another and then another until there was a huge amount of people walking just walking down the highway with their cars left at the side of the road.
It turned out we were close to Detroit. You know motor town. And as luck would have it a man comes by in a tow truck for cars. And he said that he could take every single car that was left on the side of the road. I mean every single car and tow away and put away so that it could be safely kept until people came back to claim them. We were incredulous because there were a really huge amount of people already. But he continued to say that because we were in the car manufacturing capital of the world they could take no problem all the cars left and the side of the road and not only that they would give me a free tune up. every single one. And so the numbers increased to a extraordinary amount of people just walking down the road. I believe with the two gentleman and me in front of them. Let me tell you at that particular moment we felt euphoric and I remember that one of the men should his good feeling by just lifting me up on his shoulders as we lead the crowd. It felt very good.
Finally someone said we have to stop somewhere. We can't just walk forever and someone suggested that there was a great open field in his hometown of Woodstock. In this field they often held large concerts. And so we went to Woodstock to play music and that's how the festival came to be. It is a very famous music festival with hundreds of thousands of people.
By that age I was already an accomplished musician and much to my own surprise I was very comfortable on the large stage and I met once again the Monarch of India. It was at this event that I composed and sung the very first rendition of the following song (I don't remember exactly the title but can it be
"The Child's Complaint"?
It goes like this:
"So you think its fine
Building jumbo planes
taking a ride
On a cosmic plane
Oh you make em fast
And you make em tough
But they just go on and on don't you think we've had enough.
I know we've come a long way
we're changing day to day
But tell me
Where do the children play?
The song would be credited to another group I know later (could it be Offenbach?) But I was the original composer. and I composed it a Woodstock. The very first one. When I was a small child.
By the way I would meet my friend the Maharajah of India again on the stage.
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