Jerry

On Friday I received a call from the guy in charge the Restart Program (as in, the guy who sent Daulton over here). He had another student in need of some work. I said that I would take him, so he brought Jerry by later that day.
Jerry is thirteen. He is black. He looks much older than fifteen year old Daulton. He was expelled for being "a class clown" (those are Jerry's words). I don't know exactly what he did. So far he has been very quiet, though I did learn today that he is afraid of shower curtains.
James' daughter approached me yesterday, while I was clearing the sidewalks of snow, and she asked if I had heard about the drama. She informed me that Bobbie had been saying stuff that had Beulah in tears. I ended up hearing three different versions of this event, so I will give them in order.
The first account I heard was of course from James' daughter. She informed me that Bobbie had been accusing Beulah of being incapable of cleaning up after herself and that she should be in a nursing home. Apparently, she kept going on about being a "good Christian woman" who keeps her apartment nice and tidy. Apparently all of this was enough to have Beulah sobbing.
Bobbie came by the office yesterday and started recounting to me what must have been the same event. According to Bobbie, an elder from her church was over there visiting her, and while they were talking, Beulah came out and started cussing. Bobbie and her elder asked her to go back to her apartment. Then Bobbie went off on one of her unrelated tangents about people that I'm not entirely sure exist.
I saw Beulah early this morning. She still had tears in her eyes. She told me that Bobbie was saying mean stuff to her and telling her that she was the one leaving the front door propped open all the time. I told her that my best advice was to avoid Bobbie.
George's nurse, whose name happens to be Janet (which is confusing because there is a Janet who lives here), stopped by my office yesterday. I noted that it was 1:25 when she sat down (this is significant). She starts telling me how she loves days where she sees a certain bicycle outside the apartments because on those days she knows that George has a certain floozy over and will just sent Janet home. She then announces that she might go surprise her son at school, and that absolutely sets her off. I hear all about how she @#%$ing hates her son's school and the administration and how they all think she is crazy. I hear all about how he got detention a week into kindergarten and how he has now gotten a detention just two days into the semester as a second grader. I learn that his name is Norman and am shocked that anyone still names kids that. I hear all about this over and over again, and when she finally leaves, the clock reads 2:15.
I smell funny.
Anna and I saw a guy the other day that looked exactly like Charles Manson. What made it even creepier is that I happened to be in a waiting room at the time that contained a TV tuned the History Channel, which at the time happened to be talking about cults and showing pictures of Charles Manson. So coincidence afforded me a side by side comparison, and aside from the absense of a swastika on the forehead, they were identical.
People who read this blog: Person Google blog searching "baseball, underwear"
This Indianapolis resident is fascinating to me. Not only did they search "baseball, underwear," but they did it in blog search. They specifically wanted to find blogs talking about this. Somehow I can't picture this being a girl, but I am creeped out by the thought of a guy searching this. Either they had some specific event in mind, or they are just really creepy. I also find this fascinating because no one cares about baseball in Indiana. Maybe this guy just likes baseball players with tight butts. At least he wasn't searching "baseball, tight butt" or "baseball, pants on the ground."