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feng_shui_houseLAST EDIT of the Night, I hope Ken called to say that he's going to get Ariz. a ticket (to help him pack?) and Ken wants access to his stuff on the 19th & he talked about maybe getting a 2 bedroom apt in Arizona. Fine. I'll be stuck with his cats, but MUCH rather them than him.
Had a broken up night-to sleep at 1, awake at 3, fought for hours to go back to sleep, must have done so at some point,woke up at 6, figured this was a bit early & phased a bit, finally actually got up at 7:30 to dress in my working rags & hope I get to work on the fireplace base today. Also hope bro is gone, but then I've been hoping that for so many years it's like a background mantra.
Bro came into the kitchen a bit after 8 to make himself coffee & get some doughnuts. I had tea and a Sedano Banana...hmmm... could almost be a song there. The roofers were already here- fortunately bro had not blocked the gate this time so they didn't have to disturb him.
I nonconfrontationally reminded Ken he hadn't sent me the email from his friend that he'd said last night he'd forward to me. I assume because he wanted to forward it that it was sympathetic to poor hims, and heaping coals upon my head. I'm fireproof, and quite willing to rebut any points, just for my satisfaction. I doubt I shall ever see Ken's friend again since he moved to France.
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Got the email & the guy was sympathic to Ken without saying anything against me. Ken is so bright he included all the back and forths, so I see that he's claiming it was 'I guess me having an old girlfriend over' as the proximate cause.
This isn't remotely in the class of the lies history told about Thomas Doughtie, but I am going to set the record straight.
Bro couldn't find the ID of the Bimbo. After 10 minutes he remembered it was on his scanner.
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Bro seems to have gone. I called a locksmith and he could barely hear me; I had to turn off the A/C and shout. I called AT&T and explained it's been crap since I got it, because they never did the repair they said they would do on the pole. She promised me someone would come before 7pm.
So... now I'm waiting for a locksmith (the name of the company is Hellholeah Locksmiths, but he didn't know where Hellholeah was!) waiting for UPS, waiting for the phone company, waiting for the roofers to move the stove - they did agree to do it, but didn't say when, waiting to be sure bro isn't coming back in the next 5 minutes. He came in, expecting me to help him fill out the details on his police report, he claimed he couldn't see it because it was written tiny. Actually the problem is that his brain is too fried. I pointed out where you put the description and where you put the value and then he took it out of my hand, I guess realizing that I wasn't going to sit here and take dictation.
Wait, wait, wait...
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Bro came back to report that the cops were going to take 10 days to file the report. It's funny how efficient he wants them to be with other criminals. He gave them my phone number as a backup. Eh, they call all I can do is give them his number.
Phone company wanted me to stay off the line for 5 min, but locksmith called & I had to talk to him. He should be here in 10-15 minutes. Probably bro will still be here. It's 9:20, so I don't know what his idea of 'first thing in the morning is'. I think the stink of tar will help to get him out. He has a zero tolerance for *ANY* discomfort. It's tough to be a delicate Prince.
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Ken seems to be gone at the moment, but he's come and gone about 4 times already. The locksmith called back. Very hard to hear each other. The phone company called and insisted that the line was clear and everything was great and after all I wasn't having any problem now, was I? I told her there was a tremendous echo. She said I must have more than one phone and should run around unplugging them.
I told her I wasn't going to do that. They'd promised me someone would come. She said, but it's not the line. I told her I hadn't had this problem with Comcast. She said it's the same lines. I told her I paid for an in-line service policy so someone should come out regardless of where the problem was. She said someone would come by 6pm.
I may call them back.
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I was wrong, Ken wasn't gone, he was looking in the phone book for places. Finally. So far, he's broken 'I'll be out tomorrow', and next days 'I won't spend another night here' and todays 'I'll be gone first thing in the morning'.
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Ken is complaining about the noise and stink. I'm blessing it, as it helps enormously, plus having all these witnesses around is keeping him from raving. He finally found a place, $1000 for 10 days. He says he'll have to throw out all of his stuff. I said, 'rent a storage place'. He says he will run out of money in a year.
I told him my CD matures on Oct. 3 and I was pretty sure he bought his the same day, so he'll have liquidity in a few weeks.
He then said, 'What if we made a contract, a $1000 for 2 weeks here, with no women, drugs or booze'
I said, 'Sorry, but no.'
I am SO not going to give him the faintest pretext for not going. I've worked to hard to get this boulder dug out of the dirt and perched on the edge of the cliff. PUSH!
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He keeps saying he's going but then coming back. I have a locksmith on the way as the only way to get some control over him. He complained that he won't be able to freely come and go to get his stuff if I'm not here. I told him he could call me and I'd be sure to be here for him to have access.
His last...I hope... attempt was to say that he would sleep in the back yard in his sleeping bag, that I would allow that, wouldn't I? I said No. He's never again staying the night on my property if I can possibly help it.
No. That wasn't his last hope.... He now tells me to evict him. He says he can't read the phone book to find a place, and he has 45 days to stay here, because that's what a friend told him. I told him if I have to take a taxi downtown and start eviction proceedings, I will tell them everything about the drug use, etc. He said, if I wanted to throw him in jail that was fine.
He is so damn arrogant, he thinks he has all the rights. Well, the law may not allow me to kick him out without dragging him through the muck, but by God, I will if I have to, and spend whatever it costs. He's costing me enough already.
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I picked up the phone to call his friend in France- it's about 7:30pm and maybe he's there and would give Ken a little common sense talk, he's the only sensible friend Ken has and he respects his opinion.
Ken was on the phone and when I told him to get off, that I needed to make a call, he told me he was making a motel reservation. I'll believe it when night falls and he's not here.
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Called his good buddy and was talking to him for a minute when Ken came to say he was going to the Motel. I got him to talk to Rick, who is a very calm person, and about the only non-druggie that Ken will listen to. He said, get your head clear and buy a plane ticket and look for a place where you'll be happy.
AND KEN LEFT. Really. I think.
I sure hope he gets his head clear and his life together, but I fear that the habit of reaching for drugs when depressed will prevent him from getting very organized. Still, if he once spends ONE night out of 'his' room, that will break the chain of occupancy *in his mind* and I'll have a better chance of him not dropping in on me.
Thank you God, for delaying the roofing permit so that I had witnesses to keep him from going totally ballistic, and stink and noise to make *anyplace* more comfortable for him, and also Thank You God, that the Bimbo wasn't just a whore, but a thief, to further shake his sense of security and attachment to this house (he blames the neighborhood... *headshake* ...)
*sigh* Still can't settle down to fic. Too many plates in the air. Half the time the phone isn't working right today, too.
Locksmith is here! Very pretty young man named Sean. I wonder if he'd mind if I took his photo?
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I shamelessly seduced him. His name is really Shai, and he gave me his private number in case I need a locksmith again, he can come on his own and do it cheaper. That would be nice... it cost...$839.95. *cough* He put cheaper locks on the 3 doors that will have to be replaced. My Visa card said *ouch*
Shai is a nice Jewish boy- he's working on Rosh Hashanah. I can barely keep track of what day of the week it is. He said he'd been in the army for 2 years and was very glad to get out.
I told him he was cute and my on-line friends would love to see him. Unfortunately, I had the camera set wrong, so it's blurry & no point in making it a large picture.
Phone guy came and said that there was a problem outside and he would fix it. I hope so.
Brother is here, and sober. Albeit touchy. He asked if I minded if he cooked some of his food (he'd bought a ton of expensive steaks at Costco & had to pay cash, so it all came out of his pocket.)
I said Fine, I would have wound up cooking it for the cats eventually. I won't eat beef because of mad cow.
He hasn't started cooking, he's rummaging in his stuff. He asked if he could do laundry & I said yes, but bear in mind I have to walk 20 minutes to get detergent. He got all huffy and said make a list and I'll go grocery shopping for you. I had a list up for a week before I told him to leave, and he couldn't be bothered with it.
YOUR SISTER IS A BITCH, KEN, GO RUN AWAY! Even though you paid for HALF of the grocery bill and therefore half of the detergent is YOURS!
It's not the detergent, really. It's the hours of laundry time and him being here for it. And getting tired, and falling asleep... and... I am not going to be nice or reasonable because I don't dare.
I told him I didn't want him to get me anything. He *says* he's going to buy catfood for his cats. I'll believe it when I see it.
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Ken's gone again, and I've locked the doors again so he can't get in without my notice. Phone guy is up a pole, and I haven't even a dial tone.
Ken's beginning to get tired of fighting, I think. He said he couldn't find any storage places, so I looked some up in the phone book. He is...functionally illiterate, I think. He can read and write (his spelling is awful) but he has an aversion to it and claims the print is too small even when it's not (the full page display ads for self-storage units are certainly large enough as he can see much smaller details in coins and stamps he's collected). I believe he's dyslexic. When he was a kid this wasn't very well-known, but mom did get him tutors and help, which he refused to bother with and just skated through school on charm. He really does need someone to help him in various aspects of life.
At one point I thought we could work together- I'd handle the things that were hard/impossible for him, and he'd handle the things that were hard/impossible for me and we'd have a little respect for each other and each shoulder as much of the burden as possible. It didn't work out that way.
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Forgot to add that this morning Ken found his laptop from where he'd hidden it in another room in order to add it to the police report as stolen. I'm not quite sure why...I thought he only had auto insurance, so how could it matter how much he claims? I could be wrong, maybe he does have a policy against theft. He was talking about him getting renter's insurance and then having me lie to the company and say that I was renting to him (which would really be bright- then I'd be setting myself up for him to have more rights to sit here- I said sure I'd do it, because I figured he'd talk himself out of it five minutes later.) Maybe he's so stupid he thinks he could insure things *after* the date on the police report saying they're stolen?
I'm just astonished how self-righteous he is about the cops not clearing up the mess he made against advice not only from me, but from his computer buddy who told him to keep an eye on Bimbo. In fact, computer buddy was there, trying to keep tabs on her, when she got mad and made him leave. And Ken let her drive away his friend, who's come over many times and spent many hours fixing his computers for basically just all the beer and booze he could drink- which is an *awfully* good deal.
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*SIGH* The phone guy is gone and I have nothing, not even a dial tone.
Had a broken up night-to sleep at 1, awake at 3, fought for hours to go back to sleep, must have done so at some point,woke up at 6, figured this was a bit early & phased a bit, finally actually got up at 7:30 to dress in my working rags & hope I get to work on the fireplace base today. Also hope bro is gone, but then I've been hoping that for so many years it's like a background mantra.
Bro came into the kitchen a bit after 8 to make himself coffee & get some doughnuts. I had tea and a Sedano Banana...hmmm... could almost be a song there. The roofers were already here- fortunately bro had not blocked the gate this time so they didn't have to disturb him.
I nonconfrontationally reminded Ken he hadn't sent me the email from his friend that he'd said last night he'd forward to me. I assume because he wanted to forward it that it was sympathetic to poor hims, and heaping coals upon my head. I'm fireproof, and quite willing to rebut any points, just for my satisfaction. I doubt I shall ever see Ken's friend again since he moved to France.
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Got the email & the guy was sympathic to Ken without saying anything against me. Ken is so bright he included all the back and forths, so I see that he's claiming it was 'I guess me having an old girlfriend over' as the proximate cause.
This isn't remotely in the class of the lies history told about Thomas Doughtie, but I am going to set the record straight.
Bro couldn't find the ID of the Bimbo. After 10 minutes he remembered it was on his scanner.
---
Bro seems to have gone. I called a locksmith and he could barely hear me; I had to turn off the A/C and shout. I called AT&T and explained it's been crap since I got it, because they never did the repair they said they would do on the pole. She promised me someone would come before 7pm.
So... now I'm waiting for a locksmith (the name of the company is Hellholeah Locksmiths, but he didn't know where Hellholeah was!) waiting for UPS, waiting for the phone company, waiting for the roofers to move the stove - they did agree to do it, but didn't say when, waiting to be sure bro isn't coming back in the next 5 minutes. He came in, expecting me to help him fill out the details on his police report, he claimed he couldn't see it because it was written tiny. Actually the problem is that his brain is too fried. I pointed out where you put the description and where you put the value and then he took it out of my hand, I guess realizing that I wasn't going to sit here and take dictation.
Wait, wait, wait...
---
Bro came back to report that the cops were going to take 10 days to file the report. It's funny how efficient he wants them to be with other criminals. He gave them my phone number as a backup. Eh, they call all I can do is give them his number.
Phone company wanted me to stay off the line for 5 min, but locksmith called & I had to talk to him. He should be here in 10-15 minutes. Probably bro will still be here. It's 9:20, so I don't know what his idea of 'first thing in the morning is'. I think the stink of tar will help to get him out. He has a zero tolerance for *ANY* discomfort. It's tough to be a delicate Prince.
--
Ken seems to be gone at the moment, but he's come and gone about 4 times already. The locksmith called back. Very hard to hear each other. The phone company called and insisted that the line was clear and everything was great and after all I wasn't having any problem now, was I? I told her there was a tremendous echo. She said I must have more than one phone and should run around unplugging them.
I told her I wasn't going to do that. They'd promised me someone would come. She said, but it's not the line. I told her I hadn't had this problem with Comcast. She said it's the same lines. I told her I paid for an in-line service policy so someone should come out regardless of where the problem was. She said someone would come by 6pm.
I may call them back.
---
I was wrong, Ken wasn't gone, he was looking in the phone book for places. Finally. So far, he's broken 'I'll be out tomorrow', and next days 'I won't spend another night here' and todays 'I'll be gone first thing in the morning'.
---
Ken is complaining about the noise and stink. I'm blessing it, as it helps enormously, plus having all these witnesses around is keeping him from raving. He finally found a place, $1000 for 10 days. He says he'll have to throw out all of his stuff. I said, 'rent a storage place'. He says he will run out of money in a year.
I told him my CD matures on Oct. 3 and I was pretty sure he bought his the same day, so he'll have liquidity in a few weeks.
He then said, 'What if we made a contract, a $1000 for 2 weeks here, with no women, drugs or booze'
I said, 'Sorry, but no.'
I am SO not going to give him the faintest pretext for not going. I've worked to hard to get this boulder dug out of the dirt and perched on the edge of the cliff. PUSH!
---
He keeps saying he's going but then coming back. I have a locksmith on the way as the only way to get some control over him. He complained that he won't be able to freely come and go to get his stuff if I'm not here. I told him he could call me and I'd be sure to be here for him to have access.
His last...I hope... attempt was to say that he would sleep in the back yard in his sleeping bag, that I would allow that, wouldn't I? I said No. He's never again staying the night on my property if I can possibly help it.
No. That wasn't his last hope.... He now tells me to evict him. He says he can't read the phone book to find a place, and he has 45 days to stay here, because that's what a friend told him. I told him if I have to take a taxi downtown and start eviction proceedings, I will tell them everything about the drug use, etc. He said, if I wanted to throw him in jail that was fine.
He is so damn arrogant, he thinks he has all the rights. Well, the law may not allow me to kick him out without dragging him through the muck, but by God, I will if I have to, and spend whatever it costs. He's costing me enough already.
---
I picked up the phone to call his friend in France- it's about 7:30pm and maybe he's there and would give Ken a little common sense talk, he's the only sensible friend Ken has and he respects his opinion.
Ken was on the phone and when I told him to get off, that I needed to make a call, he told me he was making a motel reservation. I'll believe it when night falls and he's not here.
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Called his good buddy and was talking to him for a minute when Ken came to say he was going to the Motel. I got him to talk to Rick, who is a very calm person, and about the only non-druggie that Ken will listen to. He said, get your head clear and buy a plane ticket and look for a place where you'll be happy.
AND KEN LEFT. Really. I think.
I sure hope he gets his head clear and his life together, but I fear that the habit of reaching for drugs when depressed will prevent him from getting very organized. Still, if he once spends ONE night out of 'his' room, that will break the chain of occupancy *in his mind* and I'll have a better chance of him not dropping in on me.
Thank you God, for delaying the roofing permit so that I had witnesses to keep him from going totally ballistic, and stink and noise to make *anyplace* more comfortable for him, and also Thank You God, that the Bimbo wasn't just a whore, but a thief, to further shake his sense of security and attachment to this house (he blames the neighborhood... *headshake* ...)
*sigh* Still can't settle down to fic. Too many plates in the air. Half the time the phone isn't working right today, too.
Locksmith is here! Very pretty young man named Sean. I wonder if he'd mind if I took his photo?
--
I shamelessly seduced him. His name is really Shai, and he gave me his private number in case I need a locksmith again, he can come on his own and do it cheaper. That would be nice... it cost...$839.95. *cough* He put cheaper locks on the 3 doors that will have to be replaced. My Visa card said *ouch*
Shai is a nice Jewish boy- he's working on Rosh Hashanah. I can barely keep track of what day of the week it is. He said he'd been in the army for 2 years and was very glad to get out.
I told him he was cute and my on-line friends would love to see him. Unfortunately, I had the camera set wrong, so it's blurry & no point in making it a large picture.
Phone guy came and said that there was a problem outside and he would fix it. I hope so.
Brother is here, and sober. Albeit touchy. He asked if I minded if he cooked some of his food (he'd bought a ton of expensive steaks at Costco & had to pay cash, so it all came out of his pocket.)
I said Fine, I would have wound up cooking it for the cats eventually. I won't eat beef because of mad cow.
He hasn't started cooking, he's rummaging in his stuff. He asked if he could do laundry & I said yes, but bear in mind I have to walk 20 minutes to get detergent. He got all huffy and said make a list and I'll go grocery shopping for you. I had a list up for a week before I told him to leave, and he couldn't be bothered with it.
YOUR SISTER IS A BITCH, KEN, GO RUN AWAY! Even though you paid for HALF of the grocery bill and therefore half of the detergent is YOURS!
It's not the detergent, really. It's the hours of laundry time and him being here for it. And getting tired, and falling asleep... and... I am not going to be nice or reasonable because I don't dare.
I told him I didn't want him to get me anything. He *says* he's going to buy catfood for his cats. I'll believe it when I see it.
--
Ken's gone again, and I've locked the doors again so he can't get in without my notice. Phone guy is up a pole, and I haven't even a dial tone.
Ken's beginning to get tired of fighting, I think. He said he couldn't find any storage places, so I looked some up in the phone book. He is...functionally illiterate, I think. He can read and write (his spelling is awful) but he has an aversion to it and claims the print is too small even when it's not (the full page display ads for self-storage units are certainly large enough as he can see much smaller details in coins and stamps he's collected). I believe he's dyslexic. When he was a kid this wasn't very well-known, but mom did get him tutors and help, which he refused to bother with and just skated through school on charm. He really does need someone to help him in various aspects of life.
At one point I thought we could work together- I'd handle the things that were hard/impossible for him, and he'd handle the things that were hard/impossible for me and we'd have a little respect for each other and each shoulder as much of the burden as possible. It didn't work out that way.
---
Forgot to add that this morning Ken found his laptop from where he'd hidden it in another room in order to add it to the police report as stolen. I'm not quite sure why...I thought he only had auto insurance, so how could it matter how much he claims? I could be wrong, maybe he does have a policy against theft. He was talking about him getting renter's insurance and then having me lie to the company and say that I was renting to him (which would really be bright- then I'd be setting myself up for him to have more rights to sit here- I said sure I'd do it, because I figured he'd talk himself out of it five minutes later.) Maybe he's so stupid he thinks he could insure things *after* the date on the police report saying they're stolen?
I'm just astonished how self-righteous he is about the cops not clearing up the mess he made against advice not only from me, but from his computer buddy who told him to keep an eye on Bimbo. In fact, computer buddy was there, trying to keep tabs on her, when she got mad and made him leave. And Ken let her drive away his friend, who's come over many times and spent many hours fixing his computers for basically just all the beer and booze he could drink- which is an *awfully* good deal.
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*SIGH* The phone guy is gone and I have nothing, not even a dial tone.
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Date: 2007-09-12 12:59 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-09-12 06:17 pm (UTC)::hugs::
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Date: 2007-09-12 04:16 pm (UTC)Oh, I do hope so! And I'm really glad you had all those witnesses around.
There was a story yesterday (http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk_news/story/0,,2166732,00.html) about a couple who'd spent more than two decades living in Travelodges, but they were probably rather better guests.
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Date: 2007-09-12 06:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-12 04:40 pm (UTC)Yes! *hugs*
Thank you God, for delaying the roofing permit so...
Definitely! That did work out nicely.
he blames the neighborhood
he's soooo funny
Sends more *hugs*
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Date: 2007-09-12 06:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-12 11:07 pm (UTC)Your brother goes - but he keeps coming back? Is he staying at the motel now?
phone guy and your now dead phone - what is his problem, I thought he said he was fixing it
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Date: 2007-09-12 11:42 pm (UTC)The phone guy totally screwed it up, the 2 phone guys who came today said he'd messed it up totally and crossed a bunch of wires.
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Date: 2007-09-12 11:52 pm (UTC)So you don't really know if he did book the motel?
He was talking about him getting renter's insurance...
Sounds like he has an infinite capacity for self-delusion and/or total lack of logic.
The phone guy totally screwed it up
eeek!
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Date: 2007-09-13 12:08 am (UTC)I honestly believe that he's fried his brain. What he wants is what will be, regardless of what it actually is.
I was very specific with phone guy- if you can't guarantee me a *Perfect* connection, don't do anything, I'll wait until you can get the other guy to fix the problem. And he went blithely ahead, assuring me that it was fine.
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Date: 2007-09-12 10:07 pm (UTC)Shai = ROWR!
You = Lucky girl.
Me = not wordishful
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Date: 2007-09-12 11:07 pm (UTC)Omigosh, the locksmith posed for you! So obliging!
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Date: 2007-09-13 12:05 am (UTC)The locksmith was *very* nice. Mmm...
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Date: 2007-09-13 04:28 am (UTC)'Twasn't all bad. My absence today was purposeful. I will come bearing gifts later tonight :-)
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Date: 2007-09-13 06:34 am (UTC)HUGS