First off let me say a big WAZ UP to all my readers (minions) who follow my insane blatherin’! How the hell are ya?
Me – Well things are gettin a lil easier. Folks, I been in true turmoil since I set foot in Texas. I’m almost wishin’ I had follow some sage advice and kept my ass in Cali.
(To The Sage: Yeah – you told me so…)
The madness started almost immediately. First, my baby Kula just hatted up on the third day. I guess things were so different going from just me, her, and Kela to now THREE screamin’ three-year-old and Spongebob blarin’ in the background all the time. She is skittish any way; I think in real life that cat would have been on Xanax. I guess I kinda knew it would take extra work to blend her crazy ass into this situation… I miss her a lot; still. I don’t think anything happened to her. In my heart I truly believe she’s ‘prolly at home with a smaller, quieter, less crazy family.
Next bomb on the horizon: The movers who shipped my furniture and shyt, Cali Movers, Inc, hiked the final price up on me, literally while it was on the road. I negotiated a payment plan after “exhaustin’ all of my options” (translation: Nobody I asked would help a sista out.) Now when its time to actually make these payments, I can’t reach these people at all- phone goes to voicemail and no one answers the emails. So while I still make these useless calls and send these emails no one is gonna answer, I’m tryin’ to wrap my head around the fact that I have lost my whole life in this truck… clothes and all. This included – *gasp*- my computer.
And the next issue: The livin’ arrangement and situation aint what it was lookin’ like, and to save my dayumm self and my one remainin’ cat Kela, I am hopefully makin’ my OWN livin’ arrangements happen this weekend. That way, I KNOW what the fluck is goin’ on and whats bein’ paid and whats not and there will not be any notices tacked to any doors I have the keys to. I wont be sittin’ in the dark at any moment or stealin’ water from the neighbor. I goin’ back to what I know to be ‘normal‘.
The Ultimate Issue: In the midst of all this madness, my beloved father Theodore Hickerson Jr. closed his gorgeous brown eyes for the last time on Oct 21st. I get a blind call in the early hours of that date tellin’ me the “plug was pulled”. I didn’t even know he was sick, let alone in the hospital on his deathbed, Also in that call his wifey, Marilyn The Wicked Witch of Texas informed me she was cremating my father. In a family full of Baptist pastors, there was not funeral. I never even got to say goodbye. I’m still tryin’ to absorb it all.
God did bless me with a piece of job that seems to be stable for the moment; enough for me to venture out on all the above I’m askin’ my people to pray for me that these plans I’m makin’ will come to fruition.
I’m too dayumm old for all this shyt…