E Day
It's in 24 hours, the "E", of course, standing for Eviction. For a month, the 26 on the calendar was the biggest number of March, getting bigger and turning redder with each passing moment.
I will always believe to my dying gasp that I do not deserve to be treated like this after going on 16 years of unending sacrifice and devotion to this family. And all the angry, ignorant denunciations in craven, anonymous comments and right wing blowhards incoherently bellowing in my face will not change that unalterable, objective fact.
Yet, as my fictional, infinitely more compassionate right wing pal Billy Frazee would say, "Turn the fuckin' page, pal. and rev the throttle all the way." I've gone through Kubler-Ross's 5 stages of death, albeit somewhat out of sequence. What's important and beneficial to all concerned is that acceptance is the final stage. That's strictly for my grandson's benefit, no one else's. The rest of them can all go to Hell just for not supporting me and doing the right thing.
Since it looks as if I'm being pushed into a disgusting flophouse, I will not have internet access so this will be it for a while as tomorrow night I'll be too busy packing up to post anything. Those of you who've followed me for the last two or three blogs may want to do so officially or through RSS feeds, Google or Yahoo readers, etc. That way, when I poke my head out, you'll be immediately alerted.
I intend on putting up a Paypal button as soon as I learn the process and open up a bank account. Hopefully by that time I'll find an affordable phone/internet plan so I can continue providing you all with political content and justifying what money you'd kindly send my way.
Unless something breaks at the last second, I'm essentially going to be hurtled into the 19th century. I will have no TV, no radio, no stereo, no cable, no phone, no internet access, no bathtub, no washers or dryers within reasonable walking distance, no cooking appliances and no car.
That means I have to dig myself out of the 19th century and belly my way back into the 21st. It'll take a while and I'm going to have to ask you for your patience.
Until then, this is JP signing off for the foreseeable future and, one way or the other, I hope to see you all at your local bookstore.
posted by jurassicpork @ Thursday, March 26, 2009
24 comments
24 Comments:
What can anyone say, JP? So long for now, and I hope things get better for you soon.
Take care, and I hope to see your incisive wit and political acumen on the Net again someday.
I am sorry that your situation could not be resolved in a less painful manner.
Good luck.
Hang in there, brother. If you get stuck, drop me a line.
I haven't got your email address, not that I'll have email, myself.
Via con dios muchacho (yeah, I know I'm not hispanic, I just love the way that sounds) Hopefully it won't take you long to track down the nearest library so you can connect again.
Be well.
JP,
Hey, it's only two centuries, you can do it.
Good Luck
good luck, rob. i am in florida, but if you can or need to, my email is signgrrl56@comcast.net. when you have one give me yours. take care of yourself.
barbara
forgot to tell you, as soon as you can afford one, get a pay as you go cell phone, ATT is good but get the 2nd cheapest phone not the cheapest. after the initial outlay, you should be able to only need $25/month, you can get refillable minutes.
barbara
hang in there jp.
iindii dah daastzaa, dah ga'an
(man not dead not named ghost)
I've got a VIrgin pay as you go phone which is costingnme $5 a month. You can get them at Radio Shack.
That's some packing job. I'm in awe. It reminds me of those pictures of third world carts with unbeleivable loads balanced precariously upon them.
Godspeed, jp.
Barb: I already have a pay-as-you-go cell phone. That's what I'll have to keep me in touch with the outside world where ever I end up.
OK, guys, here's the lowdown then I have to go for a while:
I got an offer for a barely-affordable place that's between where I live now and my job. It's a 1 br apt., $600 a month, unfurnished, full bath and kitchen.
The sticking point: The guy insists on a 2nd month's rent being paid and he's only been willing to go as far as letting me move in with $600 down but wanting the other $600 included with the regular rent, making a total of $900 per month for the next two months.
I've told the realtor I cannot afford that, plus utilities and that he'd have to go as low as $750 a month for four months until his $600 security is paid off.
So if he goes for it, that'll be my new home for at least a year, as I'll be locking myself into a 12 month lease.
If he can't do it, I'll be moving into that dump in downtown.
It's a terribly unsettling feeling not knowing where I'll be waking up tomorrow morning. But I'll try to get online any way I can to keep you guys apprised.
But the way it looks, for the foreseeable future, it looks as if it'll be all I can do keep a roof over my head, food in my stomach, lights on and gas to cook with. Forget phone/internet access.
Ciao for now, folks.
Time for that PayPal button! I'd love to be able to help you get that place! What do you say friends and supporters?
Regards from an older lady in Oregon.
"What's important and beneficial to all concerned is that acceptance is the final stage. That's strictly for my grandson's benefit, no one else's. The rest of them can all go to Hell just for not supporting me and doing the right thing."
I will be glad when do get to acceptance, but that is not where it's at for now. When you get there, it will be for you, alone.
I know you have the fortitude and wits to come through this. The focus has necessarily come off the others, and on to you. Your challenge is to keep it where it belongs, until you're so far along the others are, in fact, in another world.
An acronym I learned from the military men may be somewhat applicable: FIDO (Fuck it, and drive on.)
Your friend, Lisa.
One last toot: I got the place.
I'm Hudson's newest lease holder.
TTFN...
JP,
Good news. When you're up for some gallows humor (and the possible start of your next book), see this NYT essay, "Brother Can you Spare a Room."
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/29/books/review/Crain-t.html?8bu&emc=bub1
You know what really blows? If this was happening two years ago, you would have been "owning" a large house. When the bank maggots were giving out NINJA loans, you would have been a prime candidate for a subprime mortgage, because you at least HAVE a job. But now the bottom has fallen out of that scam, so you're screwed. Perfect illustration of how you're "another victim of President Failey's vision (to destroy) America."
Hey, take care of yourself, willya? And don't be a stranger. Jeez...I wish I had something wise and warm to say, but for once I'm speechless.
JP - Whatever positive energy I can send your way...
Keep warm and safe, the rest is gravey.
(Libraries often have free internet, btw. Even here in Podunk.)
Regards,
Tengrain
Sending you good thoughts for a successful transition to a new life. All I can offer is my silly little maxim: The bad news is, nothing good lasts forever. The good news is, nothing bad does either.
What's wrong with free internet access at the local library?
Congrats on the new apt - maybe this is your luck finally turning around. I hope so anyway.
JP, I'm looking forward to hearing from you again. I love what you're doing and I wish you all the best. My thoughts are with you. Fare well for now and return soon.
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