The Usual Suspects...Violet, Rebecca & Pointdexter

Some Progress
I had my first extended break since I got my license back. I had pretty much been working nonstop, packing and unpacking. I’m still unpacking. Before I took my little vacation, I was getting aggravated in my seeming lack of unpacking progress. I’m still pulling shit out of boxes but the place is definitely looking better. The only thing that sucks is the walls are solid stone. I can’t use regular nails. I’m off to Home Depot to buy mason screws or TapCon.

Violet was over on Thursday and she arranged my living room for me. I’m moving it back the way I had it. At least she took the recliner with her. It was gumming up the works. I can now move the arm chair into the bedroom and have more room to place the couch and love seat in the living room the way I want.

My Violet Attitude
Speaking of Violet, she accused me of copping an attitude with her Thursday. She called me and asked me if I wanted her to come pick me up to go with her to her niece’s house. Before I could answer she said that she’d call me back. After she dropped off her niece, she called me again and asked if I wanted her to come by. She asked me how to get to my place from I-10. I told her I didn’t have a clue. There was no direct route. She then asked me if I really wanted her to come by. I said yes. That’s when she accused me of having an attitude with her. I asked her what the fuck was she talking about. She says when she called me to pick me up that I sounded angry. She felt I didn’t want her around and then when I told her I had no clue about how to get to my apartment from I-10 she felt I really didn’t want her around.

I told her I didn’t have an attitude. I don’t know where she got the idea. Maybe cause I don’t kiss her ass. She admitted as much. When she got to my place she said I spoiled her to much. That she wasn’t used to hearing an edge to my voice. I’m not sure if I had an attitude or not. All I know is when she asked me what I was doing I replied I was making sandwiches. Maybe I was a little annoyed that she was interrupting my meal.

On my little vacation I actually had a decent time. I dread going because I never know what mood my mother will be in. I don’t like family functions so I go to one event every year. Either a birthday party, wedding or holiday. One event. That’s it.

I avoided the family gathering at my cousin’s house on Easter Sunday. I really didn’t want to go. Just to many people. Plus I’m going to my aunt’s 80th birthday party in July. After that I’m done with big family gatherings.

I kept my little nephew home from day care to spend the day with him. I took him to a baseball game and then put up with his hyper ass for the last two hours I had him. It was fun.

Swollen Thigh, Fat Head
I visited my friend Pointdexter. He’s the ultimate dork. I was talking to Binks about him. Binks is amazed that Pointdexter is still the same 22 years after high school.

So me and Pointdexter are sitting in his living room shooting the shit. He then suddenly asks me have I ever had a spider bite. Huh? He shows me his thigh. He has an abscess the size of a quarter that’s oozing pus. A grapefruit size red area surrounds the abscess. I took one look and asked him if he’d seen a doctor. He casually tells me no. I told him three times he needed to get it looked at. I then pointed out my thumb that was infected and that the doc gave me antibiotics and it went down within 24 hours. He replied that he’s putting some stuff on it. I asked what stuff and he couldn’t recall. I tell you, he’s an idiot.

The Return of Rebecca
Rebecca returned from her Eastern European country two weeks ago. I really avoided calling her because I was afraid she’d give me bad news about her mom. I take that back. Not really afraid. I didn’t want to upset her if something happened. I didn’t want to put her on the spot and make her rehash the story if the worst had happened. It’s also why I had avoided calling her daughter while Rebecca was away. Gina is 14 and I didn’t think she’d want to rehash anything bad that happened to her grandmother.

Rebecca called me on Easter Sunday while I was driving to my mother’s. She was sitting in her favorite titty bar (no longer my favorite) wondering what I was up to. She said she had brunch with a friend and then decided to drop in the strip club. She said it was dead and since I wasn’t in town she was going home. I asked about her mom. She’s fine. Alive and kicking. Thank God!

Finally Fishing
On Wednesday I finally fired a fishing rod and drowned a worm in anger. It had been about three years since I went fishing. It was fun, it was relaxing and I some color to me. The fact that I didn’t catch many fish wasn’t important. The important thing is I had fun and relaxed.

I need to update more often so my writing won’t be so long winded. Brief updates are best.

That’s it. Time to put on the funny hat and go be Pope.

Pope JP3