Hello again
Today I got up late, at 12:00 noon and that meant I had to be out of the house by 1:30 PM, Man did I rush. And on top of this I had to deal with my landlord. And she does not seem to understand the words I have to go. So I did not even get on the bus until 3:00PM, I was praying that I would make it in time. Which of course I did not even get their until 5:30PM. And, of course no one fed her. But the staff is use to me being their on time and I wasn't. So it is not exactly their fault. OK 50/50.
Now at this time, mom at a very little. By the time, I got mom away from the lights and turned around it was getting near six and at that time. Well mom is on a schedule. Six PM is the time to start her spa treatment. And by seven, mom is in bed. This is body telling her this. So I just do what she wants. And this is it. I fed her what she ate and then packed up and took her to her room. The spa treatment started, within this time, the staff take mom to the washroom and change her for bed.
Well I enjoy doing this for her. The relaxation that mom achieves is fantastic. When I wash her feet and put lotion on it, mom is ready, at that point for bed. Which I do, put her to bed. I just pick her up and put her to bed. I don't need to work out. I get my exercise by lifting mom. Cool heh.
After, I sing and play music, mom is asleep and I leave. On my way home.
This unto its self, is an interesting journey. At 10PM on a Sunday, Granville street is alive and buzzing with people doing all sorts of different things.
People deny, that I actually do this, daily, But that is OK. I can prove it. And I received a comment that this person called me a pussy. To eat cheap and to move to White Rock.
Really. If I could eat cheap I would. But the only thing my funds cover are, rent, bus pass and things for mom. Her drinks and snacks. I have nothing else left and scramble for the rest of the month to get mom the items she needs and deserves.
I will take clothing home to wash it. As they just ruin things. You know I say to Troy Tyrell, that he does not have the balls to do what I do. Day in and day out. There are very few people who could or would do what I do.
So stop with the nonsense, until you walk a mile in my shoes. Literally. Come on now, Troy, I dare you. One week. Coward.
It is a coward who would write this kind of comment. Without knowing anything else about the situation. He thinks I have an endless supply of funds. I have no supply of funds. Period.
None, notta, nill, zero. Get it! So unless your willing to come walk with me. Keep your comments to your self. It is the only sensible thing to do. I don't have time to waste on this anymore.
Now, mom was waiting for me tonight. And was upset that I was late. And gave me shit. I understand. It is our time together and she appreciates it. I have to start getting their earlier so mom and I can do other things together.
I need to get her outside. Fresh air is what mom is lacking. It is important for everyone to have air.
I can verify everything I write and I do understand that it is hard to believe. I wouldn't, If I were in your situation. But I only write the truth and that is it. This is to hard to make up. I am creative, but not this creative.
I write and write and write. And could write for hours and hours. But I have to stop.
I think it is now time to stop for the night.
GOD Bless and good night.
Kris
Christmas is upon us and I seek the kindness of your hearts, during this season. Anything and everything would be appreciated. I ask again.
