This morning I took the car into the Toyota dealership
we bought it from last year for a much overdue maintenance check – it was
supposed to go in before my husband ended up in the hospital for 4 months
straight; but this morning I had the time, and it was
time, so in it went. While in their lounge waiting for the shuttle to take me
back home, I saw the most interesting dog:
Hungarian Puli dog
It was covered with dreads! So I struck up a
convo with her owner because the dog really interested me … I don’t want one, but I
was curious. The woman said she acquired the dog 6 years ago while her army unit
was stationed in Germany; the dog was brought across the Hungarian border and
was 1 of a litter of 6. It is and ancient breed and was a female, and her name is Huffy. I asked her if
it was easy to keep clean, and she said, “Oh yes. The hair self-cleans because
it is not oily hair and the dirt and debris just falls off; any loose hair just
winds itself into the dreads. And under all the dreaded hair, Huffy only weighs
25 pounds – she just looks large because her hair is so bulky.” So I told her
about the 1/2 Timber/1/2 Gray wolf I was blessed to have as a furry companion
before I had to put her down due to spreading foot cancer: Precious was
self-cleaning too because her outer coat hair was hallow and the dirt and
debris just fell off – it also dried very quickly. But unlike the Puli,
Precious did shed her insulating undercoat and her neck ruff in the Spring,
leaving a trail of “cotton” hunks everywhere she went.
And when I got home and checked the mail I saw a
letter from Candy; so I opened it and then called to thank her … it appears she did actually read my letter (https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2018/12/that-woman.html) and took the necessary steps:
We didn't “dispute” anything ... we had the property
line SURVEYED … the colored markings are still on the rock; had Candy actually
come to LOOK she would clearly see that Ron is an unrepentant liar. The bricks
are unimportant to me … it’s the principle of the issue that matters. And the
quip about wandering veggies – never a problem from MY side because I always made
sure my veggies did not wander beyond the boundary line. Ron, on the other hand
cannot truthfully claim the same.
I believe in karma, and Ron will eventually have
to face reality because karma will slap him in his smug lying face faster than
I can. But, for now, as long as that pathological narcissistic killer leaves me
alone and stays out of my way … I will be content.
Justice is a fine thing.
Ramona called me again this evening and I was
very cold to her, having very little to say UNTIL
she said, “What are you doing tomorrow for your birthday? David thought he
might drive me down …” And then I said, “No. No; I don’t want either of you
here tomorrow: or ever. My husband, on his death bed in ICU in September stated
that now it was time to stop the familial bullshit and start being a family – and the 2 of you verbally agreed. But
you didn’t stop, did you? No, you didn’t. You stabbed us in the back in October,
less than a month later. You LIED to a
DYING MAN to his FACE in his own home. You LOOKED at him and lied, knowing
neither of you ever had any intention of doing what you were mouthing. I
don’t want either of you here tomorrow. I don’t want you here ever again.” And
I hung up when she went into a defense laced with more unadulterated bullshit.
Of all the nerve! I never want to hear her voice again and I will continue to
hang up on her every time she calls using a new number. I should have cut these
ties years ago: she was always a liar, and her husband has always been a
self-serving jerk. They are both judgmental and overbearing. I don’t want to
deal with it anymore … I don't take time to make time for it anymore.
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