People That Help Others. Maybe Not As Rare As We Think.

Tomas and I are lucky. For anyone who has been following this, you are well aware that there have been daily hurdles, caused by many people, and we are boxed in everywhere we turn.

However, we would like to acknowledge the human beings who are just as stressed and frazzled as we are, and are taking the time to work with us, or just talk to us, so we do not turn on the gas and call it a day.

THE PROFESSIONALS:

Dr. Phillip J. Bowman, M.D. M.P.H. of Beverly Hills, California.

Lawyer Steve White, of Reseda, California.

Dennis Dreith, John Burke, Guy Hubbard, and the rest of the crew at the Film Musicians Secondary Markets Fund, of Studio City, Ca.

Jo-Anne McGettrick, manager of the Recording Artists Royalties Fund.

THE FRIENDS:

Marsha Sorce and Pete Evans of Pagosa Springs, Colorado.

Doug and Sue Lee of Erie, Pennsylvania.

Robert Madigan, of Morro Bay, California.

“Jonsey” of Napa, California.

Renee Tracy and Rod Springer, of Long Beach, California.

Judy Fromm, of Hollywood, California.

Bill Rayman of Santa Monica, California.

Bob and Margaret Gremore of Los Angeles, California.

Carol Johnson of Hollywood, California.

FAMILY:

The Hartsky Family, of Hermitage, Pennsylvania, and Sharpsville, Pennsylvania.

This was written in the spirit of ending a hopeless day by taking note of all of the help, love, and support you have all given us for years.

Thank you.

Goodnight.

Easter Sunday. What a BLAST!

After waking up and having our quiet morning coffee, we made the bed, took out the garbage, and started to make a telephone call.

Then the doorbell rang.  And rang. And rang.  Then, the pounding on the door started.

I walked carefully, kind of nervously down the hall and tried to see who might be paying us such an enthusiastic visit.  Perhaps some friend had brought a ham.

Alas, it was a man now walking to the front windows and peering in, turning around and going to the driveway to inspect the car and open the recycling.

No ham in sight.

After a rather shaky discussion, we get Vinnie the cat into the house, lock up, and leave to pick up some milk.

On the way back, an idea!

The fellow was trespassing, and maybe a few signs should go up informing the (yes, he was a process server) that it would be a bad idea to come back.

Did this idea come to fruition?

Please, drive by and tell us.  Leave a note in the mailbox, as we could possibly be curled up in the cold room watching “Scrubs.”

One last Easter rest before the 178 lb t.v. is thrown at anyone who knocks on this door again.

Peter and Jordan are Dead

My long ago blog, The Health Report-The Insider, has come to an end.

It seems gruesome, yet timely, to kill off the two main characters on the day after the first day of Spring, on Good Friday, on the Full Moon.

Thank you Allen Voivod, Tara Zucker, Lani Voivod, and so many others who kept me writing, and who kept reading.

Most of all, thanks and love to William Allen Mahan, aka “Wild Bill”

Goodbye, Arthur C. Clarke.

The prescient sci-fi writer Arthur C. Clarke died at his home yesterday, after recently turning 90.

We are both grieving, yet find solace that he might be floating in the very universe he wrote about. ( Book - “2001″).

He dies two days after Palm Sunday. Maybe Arthur C. Clarke and Jesus were brothers.

I have run out of words.

“Time, waits for no one, and it won’t wait for me.”

The Rolling Stones.

My Friend Tara Zucker

Tara is a multi-talented writer here in Los Angeles.

She works hard, and gets tired and depressed, not unlike most good writers.

BUT, if you Google her name, on the first page there is a Dr. Tara Zucker, psychiatrist, in Beverly Hills.

Oh, no.

Can she possibly have cloned herself?

I worry.

Thank You, Samantha Dunn

for reminding me to breathe when I am outraged.

for your Los Angeles Times article about memoirs.

for continuing to kick ass and take names.

for inspiration.

Palm Sunday

Yesterday, after all of the weather predictions of thunder and lightning, big storm coming, we shut down windows, got extra blankets for us, and had the two space heaters positioned at head and feet.

Today, the sun is shining, and the wind is cold. Schizophrenic, as always.

We had morning coffee, and went about the business of folding up all of the blankets, feeding the crew, the usual.

Hauled the metal table and chairs out to the front, for anyone to take.  We were offered money for them, but it is Palm Sunday.  Pass it forward.

Then the wide-eyed frozen ‘what to do next’ moment.

Tomas decides to clear off the unwatched TiVo, and, in the spirit of Palm Sunday, we think it might be relaxing to lie on the floor in the cold bedroom  and watch a show. We get as comfortable as possible, then decide on a new experience.  Let’s watch “Dexter!”

It may seem sick and twisted, but think about it - a show about a former serial killer now stalking and killing active serial killers.

Isn’t this break appropriate on Palm Sunday?  Meticulous righting of wrongs, careful planning, for justice?

I am not sure, but it feels okay.

At least for now.

Is This Funny? I Just Do Not Know.

Tomas three days of passing kidney stones, slumlord/lady sneaking up at six-thirty a.m. taping 3 Day or Quit on door as Tomas is vomiting in the sink.

Mail last three days with post office  stamp from slumlady/lord, all say same thing except her idea of what we owe is not consistent. Hmm.

Yesterday we manage to move despite pain, (band aid meds - no painkillers in house), and drive to Kinko’s, print out response countering monies owed.

This morning, at around seven a.m., I look out onto lawn and see that someone or something has knocked her “for Rent” sign down.

I try to get it back up, fix with tape, hope it stays up.  Why?  I do not know.

If I had the energy, I would sing, “I…Love A Parade”

Okay, A Quote From Me

Weather forecast for tonight:

The sky is dark, has fallen already, so do not bother with a shower.

Kelly Mahan Jaramillo 

Credit Cards DO Love You

“If you think nobody cares about you, try missing a couple of payments.”
- Steven Wright