Bryant Toth. And interesting way for us to make use of patchwork that is homeless and roaming around on the floor under the cutting table. Just make a head shape and fit it inside. Then add eyes. Clothes.
Connie tried and you CAN click on the image and go to to original site. Thank you Connie!!!!
Yesterday was one of those days- like the image up top--. When against all my baser instincts- to just ignore the tapping on the front door- I got up and answered. A neighbor with "Just Getting Worse Alzheimers". Her story was that she was locked out of her house and had slept in her car. Actually, her garage door and house door were open and unlocked and the luxury car looked pretty cozy parked in the garage. We called her son. He asked me to take care of her. (shithead) He is in "the process of getting control of her assets and selling her house". So he can find her a "really nice place to stay"- Burn in Hell, you Asshole Liar. The local police know this guy and have arrested him many times for assaulting his wife while under the influence. His mother loves him. Echos of my own family nightmares.
His mom stopped by four times. And I walked her home four times. Then I called the Asshole and told him to come to his mother's house, do some laundry (piles of it all over the house) and charge her phone. Clean the litter box which stinks so bad my eyes watered. Or I WOULD call the Police or Human Services myself. His mother thought I was just about the nicest person she had ever met. Indicating she was not in her right mind for sure. I can only be nice for a certain amount of Time and she and her son had used up the entire amount. I'm still angry. I found it difficult to fall asleep last night.
On the walk back up my own driveway (after final visit four) the Blue Angels screamed overhead and in the close four formation flew down over my driveway, over my left shoulder and hooked left at the garden shed. I could see the pilots. It's sort of an out of body experience to see them that low.
Anyway. The guy whose pants I mended, brought more tomatoes. We are having them for lunch or dinner- which ever meal my husband decides to eat today. With mozzarella, basil and Balsamic vinegar. French Baguette to soak up any juices. And I am drinking wine.
Some times- Life really SUCKS. I wish I knew a vigilante. Someone who could rattle the son's bones till they shattered. The daughter (sister) walked away years ago. Like I did. From my own mother. Karma is such a bitch.
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