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So for those of you who have been paying attention, you know that Beulah's son's funeral was yesterday. You also know that she asked me if she could use the Community Room for the funeral dinner. So yesterday morning, I made sure Daulton cleaned that room well. I made the mistake of explaining to Daulton why I wanted him to be extra thorough. It shouldn't have been a mistake, but with him apparently, it was. The first thing he did when he found out what he was doing is ask for a piece of paper. I handed him one. He proceeded to write out a note saying this "Please!!! Pick up any spills or food droppings. Thanks, Daulton." Obviously, I told him that he couldn't hang it up. Then, while he was vacuuming, we had this exact conversation: Daulton-"Will the dead guy be here?" Me-"No" Daulton-"Where will he be?" Me-"Buried in the ground" Daulton-"I wish he were going to be here. Don't you think that would be cool?" Me-"Not particularly."
I hadn't been out of the office long when I had a knock on my door. It was Beulah. Now, I don't fully understand what happened, but this is pretty much what she said to me, "We don't need the room. There isn't going to be a dinner. She told me there was, but it was all a lie. You did all you could." So I guess there wasn't a funeral dinner after all.
Today was relatively peaceful in the office. Daulton was pretty jittery but also fairly cooperative.
Marilyn did walk into the office within minutes of me being done of the day, to tell me that her keys were stuck in the side door and that the handle was stuck as well. I went and looked at it and sure enough, the handle was hanging limp and useless, and her keys were in no way close to coming out of the door. I recognized the problem with the door handle from a previous time when I had to call the lock smith. So this time I attempted to fix it myself before I made any calls. I simply got a screwdriver and started disassembling the lock. Needless to say, my astounding skills quickly solved the problem, the handle flipped back into place and the keys came out easily. I'm just that amazing.
It's been raining for the past week. This afternoon though, it was mostly just foggy.
Anna decided she wanted to take Daisy for a walk. We thought it would be cool to check out one of the local parks. So we headed over to Mill Race Park. I'd never been there. Anna had only been there to check out the Christmas light displays during the holidays. It turns out it's a pretty cool park. The Flatrock and Driftwood Rivers converge to form the east fork of the White River next to the park. There's this fancy sign marking this confluence. We saw it because we're that cool. We walked Daisy around the park a little bit. We didn't stay too long for fear that it would start raining heavier, but we'll definitely head back.
Red.
I finished re-watching the Lord of the Rings trilogy.
The Rockies need to keep winning, or they are going to let the playoffs slip away. If they were to fail to make the post-season, my life would be over.
Daisy decided to pee on our carpet last night. She hadn't had an accident in at least a couple weeks. It was sad.
We gave her a bath tonight. She gets really itchy which led Anna to try to find her an anti-itch shampoo. The shampoo we got makes her smell like herbs or more specifically, thyme and rosemary. It's weird.
I don't know what to do with myself right now. I don't really have much else to say.
I'm attempting to finish off this bottle of AriZona Pomegranate Green Tea. I'm not thirsty. I just don't feel like getting up and putting a bottle this close to empty back in the refrigerator.
I have a blanket on my legs. Anna likes it cold in here. I don't mind. Except sometimes, my legs and toes get cold, especially when it cools down outside and the air conditioner no longer has to fight the summer heat.
Well, I'm out of residents.
Let's start with other people around here that you might hear about.
Daulton
Daulton's pretty obvious. I know you hear about him a lot, but I couldn't talk about this place without talking about him. He's fourteen. He'll be fifteen next week. I don't think he has hit puberty. He talks about girls but in a way that makes me think he believes he is supposed to be talking about girls but doesn't really mean it yet. His family life hasn't been great, and all of his role models have been drug addicts and alcoholics. He was explaining to me the other day that he wanted to grow up, move out of the house, and start drinking. When I asked why he wanted to drink so bad, he essentially told me that that is what you're supposed to do when you grow up. Daulton likes (c)rap music. He thinks it makes him look tough. He desperately wants to be tough. He has to go to anger management twice a week. I think this is a very good thing. He talks constantly about fighting and hurting people. He's diagnosed as having ADHD. When he doesn't take his ritalin, you can tell. He's terrified of spiders. He is small enough that he gets beat up by eight-year old girls. He seems to have a huge problem with stealing and dishonesty. I had several PS2 games I knew I would never play, so I let him have them. His dad had to call and verify that Daulton didn't steal them from us. Daulton seems to like doing crosswords with me, though it mostly just serves as a demonstration of how poorly he reads and how small a vocabulary he possesses. An example from today: Solemn promise, three letters, vo_. Daulton doesn't know the word vow. Many times it's hard to make him understand the rules that govern crossword clues. I can't figure out whether or not he just doesn't understand that clues match their answers in tense or if he doesn't comprehend what what the past tense is. Mostly Daulton just makes me sad. He's made stupid choices, but at this point, I don't think he's a malicious kid. Sadly, I have no idea how to prevent him from growing up into a truly malicious adult.