Monday, August 28, 2006

Keene

Okay. The Blog is up for a whole day. I get one comment. And it's a NICE one. What good is a blog if it doesn't offend people?

I spent quite a bit of time on the telephone today. My mother can't get a voicemail from last Wed. It seems that her telephone company can't tell her what it was that she deleted. She's pissed because she thinks that I'm trying to get out of fixing it. I am. Mother wasn't supposed to catch on to that. My fault. I forgot that my step-sister Sue was visiting mother tonight. I set the telephone down, as usual, while mother was  complaining. Sue told on me. The rat.

Then Frankie called. He's my step-brother (and one of my closest friends-for-life). Frankie told me that there might be some kind of position working with his new company. I would like that. We work well together. (And poverty sucks.)
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I went out for coffee with Christine tonight. Christine's scared. Christine 
goes back to college again tomorrow.  Hester, Christines' daughter, is having problems with her(Hesters') husband. Christine doesn't have quite enough money to build her new shed   artists studio. And one or the other 
of three sisters who used to be Christines' foster children is moving back in tomorrow. The sisters were just awful before. This time will be as bad 
as before, if not worse. Though the ever-hopeful Christine thinks/hopes/prays that things will be better this time.

Saturday, August 26, 2006


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The Beginning

Okay. Christine. I've created the blog. Now what? I ought to write about things that happen to me. I guess. I can do that.

A little bit about me. I'm an ordinary guy. An ordinary guy with a couple of health problems who lives on a disability pension. That explains why I'm poor and have plenty of time to write a blog. That doesn't explain why my world is populated by weird characters doing odd things. I guess that I'm just fortunate to have so much interesting material to write about.

Like my friend Christopher. I should probably call him My Boy Christopher. (He likes me better than he likes anybody else. Even Christine, his adoptive mother.) Christopher has ADD, ADHD, Frontal Lobe Disorder, and a few other alphabetical syndromes that I can't remember...or something like that. Whatever he has, Christopher takes a whole bunch of pills every day for it. (I take a whole bunch of pills every day, too...but mine are for dull things like high blood pressure and diabetes. Except for the oxycodone and the oxycontin, and I don't take those anymore...even though they made a few people much less stressful to deal with.)

Anyway, what makes Christopher worthy of being the first entry in the blog is not his quirkiness. Christopher's the most normal person in his family. That's what makes me put Christopher first. Christopher's easier to write about.

Christopher's family, the Grant clan, will take thousands of blog entries to describe. And it will take a lot more entries to write about my family and my other friends.