week day

Dear BP
FUCK YOU.

Before I went to bed  last night I checked the online court docket to make sure I knew exactly what time
the guy who ran over my son was due in court.
Yesterday afternoon my dad called me to remind me what time the guy who ran over my son was due in court.
This morning when I got out of bed, I again checked the time Dude was due in court, and I also checked
to make sure I was going to the right courthouse.
I get to the courthouse, wait awhile. His name isn't called.
The security guard at the court house is an old friend of sorts, so I ask him what should I do.........I mean I'm not exactly
proficient when it comes to criminal courts and such. Security guard tells me to go to the clerk, I do.....and find out Dude's court date is in July. WTF!

So last evening I'm sitting on my porch working on a painting. I'm feeling content and happy. I had my earphones in and I'm listening to and singing along with Jewel. There's a soft breeze, and the sky is pretty. We-Ping was sitting next to me enjoying the occasional attention I bestow on him............it was a great night.........so I'm sitting there painting and I see my mom and dad pull up and park. They get out of the car and ad says something like "I didn't know you were an artist!" And I was like "Am I? News to me!"
Mom steps over the mole/mouse/whatever one of those things are that We-Ping brings to me daily........and she hands me an envelope. I open it thinking it's probably pictures from the Memorial day picnic. After every family gathering dad drops off/snail mails an envelope of a few pictures to each of the sisters and their families......so I'm thinking it's pictures.
I open the envelope and it's a check for a thousand bucks .........I didn't understand......parents say to me to use it towards my bathroom if I want.................I tried to explain to them that I save money......work really hard at saving.......don't need for them to give me money.....................that I was OK financially........never late with a bill, etc...................so that's what I tried to say. But I became tongue tied & burst  into tears instead.  I was overwhelmed by gratitude.........

I completed the painting I was working on.........framed it........and I'm giving it to mom and dad...........I figure if they hate it they can hang it in their laundry room or garage.

The BR guys were here for 12 hours yesterday.
I had hoped they would have achieved more than they did........but maybe they just got off to a slow start.