No More Rain Please

I got freaked out when I heard the thunder clap last night.  Thank god my mommy helped me put in a night light.  Yeah, I don't feel like I'm six years old at the moment.  Charlotte probably doesn't need a night light.  I do.

I thought it would also help when I get up in the middle of the night when someone wants to be fed or if I have to use the bathroom.  I am prone to tripping over my own two feet so this light may have many uses other than me being a scaredy cat.

Oh, did I sweat yesterday walking the hill. I was done after that.  I took my mom to a couple of thrift stores, one being Goodwill out on Highway 100.  I have taken her there before and I knew what she would say.  They don't have any.  There was one around the corner that we looked at.  Lots of Green Pay Packer stuff for football fans.  There wasn't anything there that appealed to mom.  We tried the Habitat for Humanity store where she got her stand but it was closed due to the flooding from last week.  My sister warned us about stuff being dropped off at thrift stores that have had flood damage.  I said this is really about just getting out of the house.

My mom didn't want to leave the house for the longest time after we had that scary incident with the monster.  I know.  Which one?  There were many.  It was after she saw a big man go down in the basement in the dark.  Then the monster taunted her after she yelled at him about the lights and she told him to F off.  Yeah.  She told him to F off.  It was like she just didn't feel safe leaving the apartment.  She still doesn't walk as much as she used to but she's doing more since he left and I'm happy to take her anywhere.  I just didn't know what was going to happen to her if she stopped moving and didn't get the walking in like she used to.  It was kind of breaking my heart and worrying me.  

I looked at my landlord's page for his wife's fitness apparel.  I see desperation in some of the things that they're doing.  She used the story of last week's storm to sell her clothes and that it was God making noise with the thunder.  People had their homes flooded and you're selling your clothes based off of something horrible?  Yeah, you're a special kind of rotten.  I'm not surprised.

My mom asked me about the church down the street that was having a free rummage sale.  She asked if that was the person that I used to work with years ago.  Yes, it is.  Where do I begin with this guy?  I'm sure I've mentioned him before.  He made horrible comments about gay people when we worked together back in the late 90s and early aughts.  He was very spoiled and entitled.  I was his back up for when he went on vacation but he wouldn't show me how to do his job and told our manager that I had no interest in learning it.  I said that was a lie.  I had to fake my way through the assignments he was working on and he was very nice when I left.  Then he said who's going to be my back up and do my work when I'm out?  I was so happy when someone told me he lost his office after I left.  

He now runs a church down the street.   I hope nobody has to knock on his office door because when he had an office, he would ignore people knocking on it.  Someone heard him yelling at his bank because he had overdrafts.  I ran into him shortly before he started his church and he and his wife were actually quite nice.  I didn't mind seeing him after all of these years.  He mentioned working at a heating and air conditioning place that he didn't like. I asked if he was looking elsewhere and he said he was going to start his church. I asked my mom can you make money doing that?  She said with donations.  I actually got a random flyer in the mail shortly after announcing his church at a high school.  It was marked resident so no, he didn't know where I lived. I thought well, good for you at the time and threw it in the shredder.  I found out recently he moved to a bigger building just down the road from me.  I looked up to see that he and his wife had a very nice house not even in Milwaukee County.  When I looked at the sermons he posted online, it was about giving your money to God. You mean you, right?  

I believe in God. I believe in being good to others.  I believe in praying which is not something I do very often.  I'm not a fan of people who act like my former co-worker and my landlord and his wife.  They're using religion to project an image that they're doing things in God's name.  No, you're not nice people and I don't think God would approve of their behavior.

I don't remember much from my Sunday school days as a kid, but I know there wasn't a mention that God said it was ok to use his name to sell sports bras.  Or bounce checks and yell at the bank, blaming them.

Today is just grocery shopping day.  Well, another day climbing that hill.  

I hope the good humans have a good day.