She had to make a sudden stop, and Joe was thrown around in back. He had a fractured solar plexus. What was then really maddening is that her and another worker lied about it. They said he fell.
A few days before Thanksgiving, and I learned that Joe had lost 35 pounds because they weren't feeding him. So, I decided I would try to get him better care, by seeing and calling my state rep and senator. I also thought of applying for a few grants for Joe's care, or at least arranging for one of my sisters to do so. She's his guardian. A few other things I'm thinking about, but have barely moved on: local news, shooting a documentary about him, pitching his story with our family to This America Life.
Then the day before Thanksgiving, I received word somebody had stolen my identity.
Now, I'm so confused and disorganized about it. I've got to figure out what steps I need to follow. To get any of it done. As the holidays have come, I lost my focus.
Today, being out of food for the end of the month, I had to cook. The older of my younger sisters gave me an Instant Pot. My first trial cooking chili with it yielded mixed results, but I think I know what I did wrong. Tomorrow I've got to finish my accounting for the month, and set up my spreadsheets for the next year. When you're poor, you've got to watch your dollars. Of course, that takes time as well. It's not like I have anyone I could delegate it to.
All of that, and finish my first novel at age +60.
In the midst of all this, for some odd reason, I got a couple of inexpensive horror videogames. Soma and Layers of Fear. I got tired of just watching or reading horror.
I've been reluctant to shoot or post pictures, or selfies, but I'm going to begin to do it. First one:
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