It was about fourteen years ago today that a recreational substance entrepreneur living just down the street from us successfully defended his home and hearth from four armed and dangerous miscreants at three in the morning - the usual time for such things.
I wrote about it here, and actually got two hate comments out of the deal. So, that was the beginning of Mad Jack's Shack - and fourteen years later, here we all are. Main Lady and her three little darlings are history, and have been for some time. She sold her home in Sylvania, packed up, and moved to Saint Louis, Missouri. Flopsy lives in the Big Windy and is still duplicitous and spiteful as ever - she's single, her one and only romantic relationship having terminated in a messy, emotional scene in her living room when the love fatal attraction of her not-so-young life wanted sex more than once a month with, of all things, the lights on. Can you imagine?
Peanut Gallery: I'd rather not.
Ahem. Mopsy lives in Saint Louis, Missouri, and somehow, and I really and truly cannot understand how, managed to develop a personality and a set of ethics that would make her a welcome dinner guest or drinking buddy at anyone's table. At least, anyone who reads this hound of a blog and doesn't need six milligrams of Xanax and snowflake therapy afterwards. I actually suspect Divine intervention here, there being no other explanation.
Cottontail, the youngest of the three, is a vegetarian, veterinarian, and animal rights non-activist (meaning that the rules she follows regarding animals apply to her, and not everyone else). She's a very accomplished veterinarian, I'll give her that. Anyway, she got married to QB-One, who turned out to be a bit light in the loafers -
Peanut Gallery: Light?!
Okay, then. He's gayer than a Hello Kitty! vibrator. They got divorced, and when I heard about the situation I offered the loan of a shotgun and a box of shells. I reminded Main Lady that buckshot leaves no ballistics, but to police your empties. She hesitated a bit too long, but didn't take me up on it. Note that I did not offer the scatter-gun to Flopsy, and no one I know would. The mental fallout after the shooting cannot be imagined, even by me, and I have a vivid imagination. I note that one man whom I've known for years, and who is gayer than Liberace on steroids, called QB-One a real son-of-a-bitch and said he ought to be tied to a pickup truck and dragged down five miles of bad Wyoming road.
Cottontail recovered and is off and running strong, which is good. QB-One is living under an assumed name in Cleveland. She got the house and the car; he got the first shaft he never enjoyed.
As for me, I'm in Columbus, Ohio. I live in a condominium just off machine gun alley. We had another shooting last week, but so what? The Columbus PD published their homicide statistics for this year, and out of eleven homicides only one was white - a road rage case. One was Latino, and the rest were blacks, and I'm talking real pavement apes here. I think two of these have been solved. The rest are being investigated. Well, whatever.
I have one aunt and uncle who moved from their two story home into a ranch style condo, then from there into an assisted living facility. They should have moved sooner, and didn't. Uncle isn't happy about anything, as a series of strokes has left him unable to do much of anything. Standing and walking are major issues. Aunt can't lift anything, and actually has trouble standing due to a bad back - and by bad, I mean seriously bad. Weather permitting, they go for walks next to a forest, listen to music and watch the idiot box. Somebody shoot me if I ever get like this.
Right now, I have a good life, for which I'm thankful. Thanks for reading.
4 comments:
Fourteen years that's cool does it feel like fourteen years?
I have been blogging for about 19 or 20 years the first 2 or 3 of them on a now obsolete blog and have had my current blog since October 2007 and it doesn't seem that long to me.
I just started blogging and reading blogs due to unexpected events that suddenly gave me a lot of free time. I was disappointed to see who many folks have disappeared. I suspect they are pushing up daisies. Congratulations on the 14 years.
Interesting people make for interesting stories…
Jo-Anne: No, it doesn't feel like 14 years. I did a good deal of reading and posting, and as a result collected more than a few suggestions I start my own blog. So I did.
Buddeshepherd: Not necessarily. They may still be on the bright side of the lawn, but got tired of writing. They also don't get many readers, which kind of matters more to some than others. I prefer quality over quantity.
Glen: And an interesting life, thanks.
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