My day is going actually slept to next to ten,
Rose not a clue where my key was,
Gathered stuff to take to kitchen,
No key,
Need key wanted to talk to manager at Walmart about working seven four hour days a week as cashier,
Can’t stand on on concret more then that!
That will kill me,
No key!
I know it’s a pattern,
I brought in what I could in the dark last night about midnight!
Dead tired,
Starved,
With yogurt and ravioli,
Only one can inside,
Boots was at his most irritating!
I swatted him!
He went into the hall,
I had never experienced till this year such animosity between my females in heat,
They are like teenage girls sparing over a boy,
Was in the process of worming when a cat dropped the bottle,
Got to start all over!
They picked up Boots like last week they collected Sadie,
TOSSED HIM IN THE AIR!
Literately!
For sure!
Ch@♤♡€•t!
I rushed down the hall!
Poor Boots was crumpled.in a corner!
Its.amaxing how, in an instant, anger is replaced by fear!
He is fine,
Recalling that moment this morning did not bring me closer to I finding the key,
Except I was inside so my car keys must be too!
I need a paying job,
Where’s my wallet!
It’s in my camera bag!
Where’s that!
It’s interesting to me with two TBI’s and inability to test out of statistis flunked out by Luther College I took time to think out loud!
Fuck you Luther College!
My analetical process is devine!
Had nothing to do with statistics!
They told me that at fifty-six, I needed statistics because it would teach me a different way of thinking!
It fucked my degree!
I wanted to work toward a doctorate in history and teach college level history!
Instead, I’m working toward getting a nonprofit to officially be a nonprofit cat rescue, getting my book series published, and selling books,
Finding my car keys!
More pooh behind my books brought me back to the here and now,
Last night, the fight re-erupted in my office,
Dude was pulled into it!
Rolled around covered in fresh poop!
Now I had started the washer drug all the stuff out of the washer!
No keys,
Put it back turned it on,
Sat in my chair!
Reached down found plastic bags to toss,
And my camera bag and my,
Found the bottle of wormer,
Keys!
Wormed three females going to worm boots too,
When in the kitchen opened porch door which handily us alway my horrid unsealing front crappy ass door on my [‘refirbish’] REALLY!
Mobile home!
Thanks, US government, for doing more for third world countries and virtually nothing to monitor Americans who live is subliveable mobile homes with land lords whose only goal in life is to reap profit off metal homes pass their livability!
My word means a home that anyone should live in!
My mobile home I will have paid twenty thousand for put down ten grand of inherited money,
It’s my home and my business ,
Built in nineteen ninety-three, mobile homes are only meant to last seventy years,
I sell books,
A seventy year old home down the road, number seventeen, the land lord worked for two months on,
He was going to sell for five grand now is selling for twenty,
Before nineteen seventy four no one inspected the homes, they were seen as summer camping vehicles, and yet I know families have lived in them for years!
I’m talking thirty years,
I’m a poet I write in black verse,and I’m a journalist nonfiction,
I got two more boxes on my front Porsche to list to try to sell,
Got to get them in,
Get cat food out of the car,
Feed Boots,
Worm rest of pooping cats,
Change my shirt,
Call Humane Alliance try to get a place to have three makes fixed in June,
Go to town list books,
Talk to hiring manager,
Have no money until the furst of June,
Want to have a to Indeprndence book sake on Pangobooks,
My goal is to make money for my Arizonia friend who sent all her books and film and old news papers and cd music,
Ruth nearly seventy was evicted,
I’m getting nothing for the work,
She needs me,
When I was giving fresh water in the kitchen and stepped back right into fresh poop,
I need bleach, not a winny ass woman on Facebook who thinks I sit around all day doing nothing!
But first, I have to pick up the nasty dlimmy poop the other side of my room, then find three more cat females and worm them, we
Think I’ll call her at Walmart!
I know!
I know!
I know in person is better!
It’s eleven firty-nine,
Not enough hours in a day one would think,
Why do you imagine I start at three most days!
Partially because I’m an empath and Boots stares at me!
Maybe I need to reapply too?
Hum!
Thus is nearly as long as the Iiliad!
Written by Homer!
Chapter of my book:Listen to “Chapter 9,A February night,Jacquline Night Walker by V.K.Heike Whitewolf” from Val’s Whitewolf Books on Anchor: https://anchor.fm/val-heike-whitewolf/episodes/Chapter-9-Jacquline-Night-Walker-by-V-K-H-Whitewolf-e2288al/Chapter-9-A-February-night-Jacquline-Night-Walker-by-V-K-Heike-Whitewolf-a9d1j3h
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