So...

If you have read my previous posts, you may remember my mentioning a guy named Pat, who lives just across the way. He's an older guy (I thought he was about seventy, but it turns out he is 59. Ooops) and he's been very good to me since I moved into my new house. He cut my grass, has told me alll about the neighbors, and the other day we talked for about an hour and he offered to haul my garbage, because he was going to the dump the next day. So he pulled his truck up, and we threw my bags of trash in the back. Pat is just an all-around good guy, it seems to me..

Anyway, the other night I was sitting on the computer, and I noticed a diesel engine running outside - just running in one spot, like it was sitting right outside my house. Anyway, I looked out my window to see an ambulance pulled up at Pat's, and Pat being wheeled out of his house on a cot. Anyway, I did some investigating through my sister (who works at the hospital) and he is in intensive care, although she couldn't get details on what's wrong. I feel horrible for him, because he seems like the type of guy who doesn't have anyone to look out for him. His house is constantly overrun by young punk-ish kids, driving in and out and hanging out around that house. "Rose" lives there too, whoever she is. She is on oxygen and has diabetes, so she apparently doesn't leave the house. But every since Pat has been gone, which is about 3 days now, those punks just keep coming in and out over there, and there's no sense of anything amiss, even though this poor old man is in the hospital. I would like to visit him, but I would feel a bit strange about it - plus you can't visit in ICU if you're not family.

And, my garbage is all loaded up in the back of his truck, which hasn't moved in three days. Must be stinky. I feel like doing something, but don't know what yet. Hopefully he's okay, or will be soon.

Another day off, and another day of rain. I planned on painting, but I worked last night, so I slept in, and when I got up, it was raining. And I'm off tomorrow, and it's supposed to rain all day. I have never seen a September like this! Not much of a transition into fall - just a WHAM! HERE'S SOME COLD SHITTY WEATHER FOR YA!

I've never liked fall. It's a pleasant-enough time of year, generally, because it usually seems like things are going to slow down and be a little less hectic that time of year (I'm talking early fall, not holiday time.) But I don't like the fact that everything outside is dying and summer is over, and we have nothing to look forward to up here but snow, cold, and misery for the next 6 months. God, I'm cynical tonight. Smack!

Oh, and if you haven't heard - George W. Bush officially became a fascist dictator yesterday, because now he has the right to jail any one of us without a trial, for as long as he likes. And torture us. That's what the conservative, neo-christian majority wants this country to be like, and that's what they're getting. Really depressing - more reason to go vote.

I have an interview on wednesday for a job in the emergency department at the hospital, in registration. It would be 3-11pm, union job, full free benefits, and good pay. My status as an EMT gives me the edge in getting in. However, I just started a new job, and already had one, so I'm just really numb right now on what to do. It's pretty much a guaranteed job - they've already done a reference check, and I passed all the tests with flying colors (back in August). We'll see what happens.

I just really need some time to do what I need to do - paint the house and SLEEP, among others. So the prospect of starting a new job doesn't help with that picture. I don't mean one day off to sleep and paint - I need like a week to get this place in order. Insulating, painting, cleaning, tiling, painting, cleaning, painting, sleeping...........

Grrrrr. Love you.

p.s. If you need a little humor, go to this site. It gave me a good 20 minutes of giggles this afternoon.......