Well, just for the record -- Chapter "Boring" -- the beach was all but a BUST, today. I stopped at Walmart in Monkey Junction. Yes, there is quite a story or two about that place. About 1995, when my parents lived on Villas Place East, near there, Dad took me to the site of a house he had lived in in Monkey Junction, and my grandmother's favorite "ramblin' rose" still grew through the light woods that had grown up. I rooted a cutting, and it all but SMOTHERED several of my wax myrtles at the back property line that had grown to thirty-foot trees!!!
There is quite a story, also, about that monkey that Dad has told me, but I'm sure some "ancient local" could tell far better than me.
Anyway, I was in Walmart only because everyone had told me they got the good sand-screws (that hold umbrella shafts), and sturdy umbrellas, too, there. I bought one of each, but it was no better than my Tommy Bahamas screw-in umbrella. I sat with it furled in full sun, so only 45 minutes -- enough time to eat an Italian sub and take a nice dip (where a non-available super-hot surfer was having to wait ten minutes for a decent wave).
I think those screws that DO work are larger and from beach stores. I should have known better than going to Walmart.
My sister Jane called during this time to wish me a Happy Birthday, and said that younger sister Julie will be in Raleigh for 4th of July, and I should come up for a meal. Julie's dog(s) make coming to the beach problematic.
I'm not sure what to think of having a meal with three women who ALL tried to have me nuthouse committed REPEATEDLY in 2010, especially, and cooperated with Narco-Trafficking Patrick Stansbury of www.Pentagon-USA.com. (This website in "under construction" for at least three months now -- BECAUSE OF THIS BLOG -- LOL!!!)
The BIGGEST problem with my female family trying everything in the book -- including LIES to Stone Mountain City Police -- to get me committed, was that only two years before that, my Shrink-Nurse told me that in the eight years of my working with her, she had NEVER ONCE seen evidence of Bipolar Disorder, and given the destructive power of Lithium, she EMBARRASSEDLY SAID that I needed to get RIGHT OFF IT (after 31 years!!!).
Both my sisters and mother KNEW that professionals had found me NOT to be Bipolar or to need Lithium or similar.
AND THEY PERSEVERED IN THEIR HATRED OF ME.
This caused me to have to FLEE, and lose EVERYTHING -- but then it was ALSO because I knew my mother is America's TOP Literal NAZI -- getting her commands from the Catholic Popes -- and her directing OTHER "Christian" Churches to do the dirty work -- especially the Episcopal Church, USA.
And they all act like it was some "minor misunderstanding", and they have NO RESPONSIBILITY to see that my life is restored to some semblance of self-supporting.
Maybe ONE meal would be cool. I'll just feel them out, then.
My brother Mike agreed with them about my diagnosis -- but never actively tried to get me killed, jailed, or committed like Mom, Jane, and Julie did. Mike even helped with an expense -- until it was clear I would NOT be able to resume payments for my car, then.
Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton in Mismaloya, Mexico for the filming of The Night of the Iguana.
The parents of a 12-year-old Texas girl, who sustained a severe rope burn on her neck during an overnight school field trip to Germer Ranch in Waco, Texas, filed a lawsuit Monday against Live Oak Classical School.
Sandy Rougely and Kevin Parker are seeking $3 million in damages — to cover the cost of medical expenses, physical pain, mental anguish, disfigurement, impairment, loss of use and enjoyment of life of their daughter, who is being referred to as K.P..
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