9/1/99 Can't Complain.

This one might be boring.

I don't really have too much to gripe about, maybe that is why I have been lazy about updates. Face it, "Plain Vanilla" days are bad copy. I have gotten to the point where I won't write if I don't have something to bitch about (like you wanna hear me whine).

Monica's migraines are at a dull throb that she can function at, work today has been much like it was yesterday, the kids are fine.
no catastrophes...
no disasters...
just normal days... (I never thought I would use that term again)

But like Pavlov's dogs, I have been conditioned to hold my breath and look up to see if the sky is falling. History has made me expect a storm everytime I sense a calm.
May sound like pessimism, or a set up for a self-fulfilling prophesy, but I know that around these parts, "normality" is a precarious thing. I can see it teetering.

For example - Holly (my flaky sister in-law) had to appear in court today reguarding several traffic warrants... I suspect she got some "jail-time", she is also being evicted from the room she rents. That means Shelby (my neice) will be moving back.

The "cold-war" with my white supremacist neighbor has taken a strange turn too: Private investigators came by to film him working on his deck through the fence! I guess the guy has collected money from the state on a disability claim! Of course if he sees that the tape was filmed from "the othe side of the fence" he might get angry.

Tonight, I will work on a quick, cheap webpage for Monica's uncle...so I can get a measly $70. Mostly, I have just been busy, both here and at home. Riding my scooter when I can (it keeps me sane).

enjoying the calm.