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What happened instead of what I wanted to happen, and other stuff like that there. - 2009-08-07

So I didn't get any photos up on fotolog, or much of anything else really. Instead the horrible neighbour, BZ, phoned. I was already on the phone with RS, who had called somewhat hysterical, in part because she is suddenly more disabled than she thought she was (not suddenly more disabled, she is still fighting with the idea that she really is disabled, if you know what I mean), so, anyway, I couldn't answer the phone for BZ and D3 did.

D3 is fourteen. She's a very mature fourteen, but fourteen all the same. When I heard her yelling at BZ on the phone 'I'm only a girl, I am not doing anything, you have no right to talk to me like that...' I let RS wait (on the speaker-phone, there's no secrets from family) and I called to D3, found out what had happened, comforted her, told her she'd done the right thing, and so on.

BZ had, according to D3 accused her of trying to keep her away from the house and I don't know what-all myself. D3, quite properly I think, had told her she wasn't trying to do anything, she wasn't responsible, and hung up on her. In tears, so I don't know what else BZ might have said or if it was just an emotional reaction.

Not the end, there, though, because BZ then came over to the house, and told S1 who answered the door that she wanted to speak to me 'for just a minute.' Honestly I didn't want to, but figured it was better to get it over with.

To cut a way too long story short, she had nothing to say and was completely crazed. When, after a few questions, it was clear she had nothing urgent to talk about, and certainly nothing that would take a minute, I said I hadn't time and when she didn't leave told her I didn't appreciate how she spoke to my daughter. She argued with me saying I hadn't heard her side of the story. I said D3 had gotten off the phone in tears BZ countered that so had she. I pointed out that D3 was fourteen and BZ (theoretically) is adult. BZ said I had no right to hold her responsible for D3's upset, which I told her she was. I told her again I hadn't time for her now, and to go away. She said something (who was listening?) and I said not now. She made it to the door to my room and started to speak again. "Not Now!" I shouted a bit louder. Out in the hall again she started to speak and I shouted louder still not now. THEN she called to Simcha, which was absolutely the last straw and I yelled at her almost as loud as I could "Get Out Of My House!" and then absolutely as loudly as I could "NOW!!"

So that was all to the good, but then I was kind of shaky. Nothing horrible, but how you feel after an ugly emotional scene, no matter how satisfying it may be in the end (it wasn't THAT satisfying).

That wasn't enough, though, because THEN what should turn up but a priority mail package from JM, a long-time friend of mother and Lloyd. My parents, I suppose I *should* say, but, it sticks in my craw. Parents. Hah.

The package from JM included photos of paintings another family friend, PD, had painted of Lloyd back in the late 1960's-early 1970's. PD was quite a successful artist, who continues to be known and his art is valuable after his death several years back. It also contained letters and memories of Lloyd from various people who had known him, and some stuff that Lloyd had written over the years.

Um, yuck.

Can I say, Yuck.

I got as far as Lloyd describing someone as the 'best pornographer he knew,' actually skipping an obscene poem on the way, before I could read no further. I had to read the sentence three times to be sure it said what I thought it said. I assumed I must have read 'photographer' or something like that. Who describes a person as the best pornographer they know? Who keeps score?

It's no good thinking that well, he wasn't writing to his daughters, because Lloyd would have thought nothing of writing something like that to us, and probably thinks it's a good thing that RS and I should get to know him better and will appreciate his 'honesty.'

Since the stuff I read is filled with lies, two or three so blatant I had to phone RS to share with her/get them out of my system, I somehow don't seem myself feeling all appreciative of Lloyd's supposed honesty in writing filth, and about filth, and admiringly about people who make more filth.

Let me also say, just for the record, I don't object to pornography per se. If a woman (or man) likes her/his body and want to share it, why not? Likewise, people write stories, it doesn't hurt anyone. Problem is, how do you know that wo/man you are viewing is actually a freely consenting adult? Or wouldn't prefer to be doing something else but this is the only way she can make the money she needs to get by? Questions that can't be answered so I generally am ambivalent at best on the subject. And also to say that the stuff from/about Lloyd wasn't anything near as harmless as stories written for Pl@yboy or simple photos.

Anyway, that was enough for one evening. I kind of left RS hanging at some point, saying I just couldn't cope with any more, so there is more talking to do with her. I am backing up a movie now, Turn Left and the End of the World, although it's actually in Hebrew - סוף העולם שמאלה -

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Wow, Kitten just typed a bunch here - not just down here but somehow she paged up. I think I got it all but if there is anything odd typed in here, that's probably it.

And I'm tired and want to stop typing but need to write one more thing which is that the air conditioner - מזגן - is installed. Yeaaaa! I just turned it down to 28C, it was set at 25 and I was getting too cool. I love it! :-) *Very Big Grins*

So, we end on a happy note, despite everything else, including S2 moping about complaining about getting almost everything he wanted, TH with his head up his butt, provoking another one of *those* fights, and me not getting the chicken I wanted from Rosh HaAyin. Such is life and I am happy. Now maybe I'll actually get some photos and video up. Heh.

I'm listening to The Kingston Trio: Remember the Alamo

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