Vengeance Is Mine

When I was dismissed from my job with the city known as Satan's Summer Home (SSH), I warned those who participated in the lies and defamation that Karma is a bitch and she'll come back to bite you in the ass.

6 months after my dismissal the chief instigator of my dismissal was arrested for falsifying a police report.

2 years after my dismissal his little buddy (and receiver of some questionable reimbursements) was fired.

Friday, the last person involved was also fired.

I said to all of them that they would pay for what they did to me in this life or the next. Need I say that I'm extremely pleased that it happened in this life.

2006 Book Update

Where the Red Fern Grows
Wilson Rawls
212 pages

I had heard the old Indian legend about the red fern. How a little Indian boy and girl were lost in a blizzard and had frozen to death. In the spring, when they were found, a beautiful red fern had grown up between their two bodies. The story went on to say that only an angel could plant the seeds of a red fern, and that they never died. Where one grew, that spot was sacred...It seemed to be saying, "Good-bye, and don't worry, for I'll be here always.

Yes, I know it is still there, for in my heart I believe the legend of the sacred red fern.

I LOVE THIS BOOK!

House

I decided to accept the offer on my house and (knock on wood) we should be ready to close the end of April.

So, now starts the fun of packing up an entire house, finding a new place to live, recruiting everyone I know to help me move, and unpacking again. Given the rather daunting task of moving I have vowed to get a good headstart and not move anything that is not absolutely necessary.

In fact, earlier tonight I threw away a couple of big bags of old video tapes that had a variety of old TV shows, movies, sporting events that I had thought significant enough to record.

Now, I'm going back through the boxes of clothes I've already packed to decide what can be given to Deseret Industries (like the Salvation Army) and what can go to the landfill.

Sigh...I'm tired already.

2006 Book Update

The Last Days of Dogtown
Anita Diamant
261 pages

This is a work of fiction that rests lightly upon the historical record, wich is spotty at best when it comes to the village of Dogtown.

Most accounts rely heavily upon…ancient gossip and hearsay.

I tell you this so that you will not make the mistake of confusing my fancies for facts. And yet, the death of a village, even one as poor and small as Dogtown, is not an altogether trivial thing. Surely there was value in the quiet lives lived among those imposing boulders, under that bright sky. Why not imagine their stories as real, if not true. For the space of this entertainment, where’s the harm?

This was such a sad novel. The rare occasion that the departure from Dogtown was happy I would cry and the countless times the departure was painful...well, that made me cry too. Really, a lovely, sad story.

12/52 3632/17500

Offer

So, I got an offer on my house and after a little bit of offer-counter offer we're at the point where a decision must be made.

The offer they made would make my home sold for the 2nd highest amount ever in the comparables for they whole zip code.

They are willing to pay all the closing costs.

We would close the end of April.

However, the offer is still less than what I was hoping to sell for. My agent thinks I could get more money, but who knows how long that would take. So, the basic decision comes down to take the money and run or wait and see.

I have until tomorrow at 7:00 to decide.

The stress is killing me!

p.s.

My books from Amazon came and the latest additions to my list are:
Where the Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls
I read the introduction last night and cried, sobbed, all the way through...Could I love this book more?!

Remember Me by Mary Higgins Clark
Menley...remember...Menley...remember...window walk...ghosts(?)
Definitely one of my favorite MHCs.

A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle
I've never read it, but have heard good things about it.

Irish Whiskey by Andrew Greeley
Irish immigrants and Chicago mobsters? It's a Nuala Anne mystery.

Accidental

Just as I was leaving work tonight, there was a roll over crash on the south side of the Point. This stretch of highway tends to back up quickly and has no exits for miles and miles.

So, I being the super-smart commuter that I am, decided to take the last exit before the accident and head into Utah County on a little-used frontage road. Sure enough, just at the top of the point traffic came to a stand still while I cruised right along.

As I descended down, I could see the flashing light, the traffic report noted that the Life Flight helicopter and just left and traffic was squeezing through on the right shoulder.

To me this was nothing more than a traffic jam. Something to avoid and just get home, but as I approached the area of the accident I could see people standing on the embankment between the highway and the frontage road. At first, I thought they were emergency personnel; trying to clear debris, maybe searching for evidence.

As I got closer I saw the cars pulled to the side of the road and realized they were rubber-neckers, just trying to get the best view of the carnage in front of them. They had actually stopped their cars, climbed the embankment, and stood clinging to the chain link fence for a better view. A slow wave of disgust spread over me. That there are people who would take pleasure watching broken bodies pulled from wreckage.