Sunday, bloody Sunday

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I love this photo. As I stopped to snap this shot in St. Augustine, Fla., a guy sitting across the street asked if I knew why it was up there. When I said no, he said, “So ya don’t DRIVE up there!” Lulz!

I spent the day at the mechanic. And by “the day,” I mean THE WHOLE DAY. I’ll just say that it worked out to about $100 an hour that I parted with. But the car runs like a dream right now, so it was well-worth it.

I got a text from the UEOEH this morning, sent at 8:48 a.m. I had left the house around 7:30 and she saw me leave. It started with, “Call me when you wake up.” So I knew it couldn’t be aimed at me. Or could it?

So, she babysits every once in a while for a friend of mine. And the remainder of the text was that she didn’t have any gas in her tank so she couldn’t go to this job.

Which, as you know, is ALL MY FAULT.

She did leave me a VM yesterday. All about picking up purple Halloween lights and extension cords. I hadn’t listened to it all the way through, as I don’t have holidays up my ass anymore now that she’s here.

Hell, I showed my collection of wine, martini and margarita glasses to Lady L yesterday and she was floored at how seriously I used to take entertaining. My life ceased to exist when I started working at the Investor Ranch, but the UEOEH’s arrival put the nails in the coffin.

Anyway, months ago, the UEOEH had asked if she could decorate for Halloween. I said I didn’t care. She was overjoyed. But then she said she needed money, and I said no way. If she got a job, of course, she could decorate to her heart’s content. But when Little Miss Muffett is always sitting around with no gas in the car or food in her belly, fuck no I am not donating to the decorations cause.

So what little money the UEOEH managed to make must have gone into purple lights that are wrapped around my balcony railing. But it’s not finished and there are no extension cords. Oh well! Not my problem!

So I listened to her message all the way through, and she did ask for 10 bucks for her gas tank “in case” she got a call. I guess she either did get a call at the last minute, or else she was doing the usual passive-aggressive thing by sending the message “to” someone else but picking my number.

I don’t know. I don’t care.

After the day o’ mechanic land (I love them, BTW. It’s all good. They even invited me to have lunch on them), I decided to go shopping and see a movie. Anything not to come home.

I can’t even muster up enough energy to feel bad that she missed her job. Perhaps she shouldn’t have told my BFF that I’m “mean” … TWICE.

And I’m in the market for a good argument. But I won’t get one. So, why even bother?

I wonder if she’s just sensitive about Thanksgiving because that’s when my grandfather died four years ago. But I’ve never been what you’d call, oh, sentimental. I try to live in the present or at least just the immediate past. 🙂

And I don’t believe the dead would want us to mourn for too long. Except her. She’d probably haunt me for the rest of my life to make sure I felt properly miserable.

Like Lady L said last night, would my grandfather really have wanted this to be our lives? I remember as he lay dying, he was so worried about the way we were play-fighting. That he couldn’t leave her to me. As if she were some sort of awesome inheritance that he was bequeathing. Ugh. Please.

But I had said back then, two years is all you get … if you need it. And please don’t need it.

Aaaaaand, here we are.

I wonder if I can pay my cousin to take her. This is literally my only hope. If she were to say no, I truly don’t know what I’ll do. I just need to figure out how to ask. Any ideas for a good way to bribe her?

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