Home, Sweet Home

I worked about about 12 hours straight yesterday cleaning this place out, starting with ripping up the rugs.

I thought I wouldnt be able to handle the soap and water phase but so far it’s staring off well.

here are some pics of the place 50% free of dirt, germs and odors. With cats and cat litter, hair balls and the like, things can get pretty funky.

as you can see, the place has been an unelievable mess. I have been living with furniture from the house we brought from New Jersey almost 40 years ago scratched up by the cats. My mother forbade me to make any changes and I was very ill. (She passed away in 2020.)

I am making a long–term project of besutifyng this lovely, historic site now that i am so much weller.

I took a couple of shots to show proof of the horrendous episode, what I believe to be an encounter with an alien, when I fled this place last November: the electronics I threw on the stone floor downstairs and then left in the stone floor breezeway. At that time the place looked like a disaster area. Various people lent a hand to cleaning it out while I remained in the hospital begging to return home. With a lot of junk removed, especially the carpets, it’s easier to envision what happened. It is a roughly 300 year old building.

here are the 10- year old printer copier scanner fax and the paper shredder with my compromised laptop stuffed in–its all waiting to be hauled out of here. And my son took the cell phone that was so rife with unwanted porn that I was planning to throw it in the bathtub upon my return. I dumped the shreds of paper from the shr3dder like confetti all over the place. You can’t imagine the mess, the alien was prompting me for samples in plastic bags. My father identified the pattern and asked what they were. It’s mostly gone from my mind now. It went on all night long.

There was also a whole lot going on with a compromised government project that I stumbled on that I have been trained to forget. Successfully.

on another note, I AM NOT an alien. At least, I dont think so. That question came up again today. It came up at the hospital in Read8ng, I said in a group that I was and they wouldn’t let me take it back. Things got very strange and I forgot why. And then something terrible happened. I got a shot that wasn’t right, it gave me diarrhea and then my eyes went funny. They looked very, very strange. Then I thought they got sort of okay and I forgot about it. People got used to it. I was reminded of this today. Maybe they still dont look right. I have had problems with eye spasms for decades that made me like like a schiz, it was horrufying to me but I just lost interest in the subject, my ex-husband was almost blind without his contacs and then my son’s eye was harmed.

So, I face an uncertain future.

And I did something stupid and painted my son as an alien (“IanAlien12”) a couple of posts ago. That was just folly.

A lot of people have the instinct to kill an alien.

I was chosen to receive this alien because I’ve been through so much I’m not like that.

I have learned a lot.

I hope that you enjoyed my sharing with you and that you cut my son a break. He has also been through a lot.

Ian if you are reading this, I hope you are, please be careful out the, you are worth the whole world to me; there are people out there who will cut you down for a dime. Through your father and as a Canadian you have preemptive power to take them down first. My British status never helped me much, it was a losing card in these mighty United States. It made me a fool.

To be a Christian you have to be a person of good will; but don’t throw your pearls among swine.

Love endures.