This week has been unbelievably tumultuous. Well, Monday was rather busy since I scrubbed the classroom from top to bottom, and by the time I knew it, I had to rush home to get showered and dressed up for Flamenco clase. Flamenco clase was very demanding on my body after the day I had had, but it feels good to dance. I feel as if I'm in the moment when I'm dancing. Once class was over, I purchased a CD from our dance instructor to practice more at home and then I got take out for Leigh and myself. When I arrived home, I found Theo on top of a very frustrated Leigh, who had had a rough evening with him because he decided to turn into evil Stitch. And when I was home Theo turned cute and cuddly once again.
Tuesday was another day of cleaning, and on this day, I stayed cleaning until 6 pm. Margaret stayed this late as well, so I didn't feel too spooked about being in the building. But I did feel too overworked since I over did things by carrying items that were too heavy and moving them myself. And once my body's muscles cooled down, I felt stiff and had a backache. Serves me right for not learning!
Wednesday was a workshop training, and I was a tad frustrated because we have to type out our lesson plans in a six weeks format as well as in a weekly format. And today we only managed to get FIVE DAYS DONE...arghhhhhhhhhhh! And this was only for ONE SUBJECT (and we're teaching two!) So, at the end of the day, I was overly stressed out with a bad headache so I retreated to my classroom to clean a bit. Until I was told some news that distressed me. One of the janitors told me that my biological father and his bimbo drug-user gf were playing house at Mom's house. What she said made my blood boil (even though I know it shouldn't because I had already suspected that they both had sold Mom's possessions.) This news (combined with the stress of the day) was the straw that broke the camel's back, and so I decided to just go home and lick my wounds. I made it to the parking lot and rang Leigh on the phone. And I burst into tears like a crazed madwoman. Who knows if anyone saw me there blubbering like a baby? I don't care. I was stressed, angry, and sad all rolled up into one, and I needed to vent to Leigh, who listened as patiently as he always does.
Thursday was another day of cleaning my classroom (by this time I'm getting a bit annoyed, especially since I wanted to get everything done by today so that tomorrow would be a FREE day for me to visit Mom.) At noontime, Sylvia and Amy invited me to have lunch with them. I joined them at the Sub Sandwich Shop, and then Amy came back with me to the classroom to help me a bit. She constructed files for me as I cleaned and we both scared each other with scary stories. Hehe...we had fun. At this time, I got a strange phone call.
My nephew Danny rang me and then his grandma took the phone away from him. She wanted to tell me that my biological father was in a bad state and had been taken on the HALO Flight to Corpus Christi. He apparently had been chasing a rattlesnake and had gotten stung by 100 bees or so. And his blood pressure was too low and things didn't look good. My first thoughts were I'm not going to his funeral if he dies.I thanked her for calling, and I rang Sylvia and Linda. I had no desire to go all the way to Corpus to see him. As far as I'm concerned, he is dead to me. Everything that he has done to Mom, he has done to me. Everything he did to Penny my beloved dog, he has done to me. And because of that, I have no pity, no sadness, no guilt, no sympathy, and no feelings of kindness or civility towards him. I detest him, and I will never attend his funeral.
We rang the police and wanted to make sure that his bimbo wasn't at the house, and the two police officers came by to find that there was a dog in the backyard without food or water. They were going to call the animal control shelter because this is animal cruelty, and one officer was fuming. I explained to him that I fought for Penny for many many months but the incompetent worker at the animal shelter kept telling me that Penny wasn't being mistreated. Well, Penny died, and that sorry excuse of a biological father dumped Penny's golden white body into a big trash bag and dumped him at the city dump. How do I know? The next door neighbors told me, and I wept like a child.He robbed me of caring for Penny. He robbed me of giving Penny comfort and happiness for the last months of his life. And I hate that man. I hate him to his wicked and selfish core. And I hope that he knows that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
