Frank McCoy
2013-04-22 02:45:44 UTC
Starting off slow:
Bad news (for me, at least):
The wife has (again) moved out.
The good news:
THIS time she didn't run away.
Even when she moved back in with me about 9 months ago, she was STILL
trying to get into a local religiously-run set of apartments for older
people like her. So, I helped.
It took her over a year-and-a-half, including the last nine months
with me, for an apartment to come available for her to move in.
Yes, I expected it and did help as much as I can.
For the time she stayed with me, I helped her get set up financially
so she COULD move in there; and over Christmas the kid and I have been
trying to make sure she had all the *things* a person needs to live
alone. At where she last lived, she had essentially nothing except
the clothes she wore. Everything else her caregiver supplied.
I've been working for months to help correct that; knowing she WAS
planning on moving out whenever a space became available; which it
finally did the beginning of this month.
For about the last three weeks or so, I've been helping her move in.
I've not only carted stuff over there; but drove her around town
helping her get things she didn't have and that I didn't have extras
of here to spare. Other friends of hers have also been doing the
same.
So, THIS time I get to see her on a fairly regular basis; and it's not
a long drive (over 15 miles) to go. Quite local, in-fact.
Also, SHE decides what goes on; since this is HER apartment.
1000 time better than when she ran.
The bad news:
The wife, when she moved in about nine months ago was hyper and
energetic; and not just from the religious overdose where she believed
(very unrealistically) that I had been "saved".
NOW she's sedentary and running out of breath.
She also has pains around her middle.
The good news:
She was tested for things like anemia, low thyroid (she IS
hypo-thyroid already; but being treated) and her blood-sugar.
All came back normal.
SO ... We set up visits with the heart-doctor and her oncologist.
Scheduled: Echocardiogram, Angiogram, and MRI for the possible return
of cancer (not likely; but ....)
Wednesday she went in for the first one.
The bad news:
The Echocardiogram shows her aortic valve isn't closing properly; thus
probably accounting for her shortness-of-breath. Even I could see
that it didn't look right while peering over the shoulder of the
technician taking the test. About an hour after the procedure the
heart-doctor called her to confirm my guess (that I hadn't mentioned
to the wife yet). Rats.
My impression is that they're just going to "monitor the situation"
and hope it doesn't get worse.
She pants and feels tired just walking a few hundred feet down to the
lunch-room in her new facility.
The good news:
Where she's staying *might* just be better for her than staying here
with me. She feels more comfortable there "in a religious
environment". She sees a LOT more people there, instead of just
sitting around here staring at four walls and the TV set. She has an
elevator; and doesn't have to go up and down stairs. She has HELP
cleaning her apartment and even washing clothes. *AND* she still has
ME to call upon as friend, confidant, and chauffeur to anyplace she
wants to go; from Sunday Church, Bible-Study, or just the
Grocery-store. So, I get to see her a LOT more than when she was
living 20 miles away.
The bad news:
Her angiography is still about two weeks away; and there's a
possibility she has yet another blockage in the heart, like the ones
she now has four stents in for. So, we don't know yet.
The cancer-screening is even farther off; but there's only a tiny
chance of THAT recurring after five years of negative testing.
Just a note about the Kid:
Good: Kid is now working again.
Bad: Kid lost the house was living in.
Good: Kid not being charged taxes for that.
Bad: Kid not making as much at new job.
Good: Kid moved back in here. Paying room-and-board.
Bad: Kid broke up with previous SO.
Good: Kid had new one ... Seems much better.
OK .... So much for the wife and kid.
Now about ME.
The good news:
Judge Sands down in Georgia FINALLY gave a verdict.
... after well over three years since the trial.
The bad news:
The judge dismissed our motion to dismiss charges.
The judge also found me guilty; saying (in complete denial of the
whole trial testimony) that he "saw no evidence of my stories being
political, artistic, literary, or scientific value". In essence his
ruling was: "I'm the judge, I don't like your stories. Guilty!"
Not really news, but:
Not the slightest hint yet of what or when the judge will sentence me.
Only slight clues about what the Government wants the sentence to be.
Waiting again ....
Can't start appeals until sentencing.
Don't have a clue as to what the judge will decide during appeals.
The good news:
This is ACTUALLY where I had hoped to be (albeit YEARS earlier)!
My original aim was to challenge the LAW; rather like Rosa Parks did
the law about giving up her seat on the bus or Scopes did in the
famous "Monkey Trial". You can't really fight the law or the
enforcement of it unless convicted under said law. You don't have
what they call "standing". IOW: You have to show DAMAGE to yourself
by enforcement of said law.
The bad news:
*IF* sentenced to any noticeably long prison-time, then the wife and I
will both lose the house and probably everything in it because of the
reverse-mortgage that requires one of us two to live here. The wife
says she cannot move back in, even if I leave ... and I don't blame
her. If I go, the house will (eventually) be foreclosed; and the kid
out on the street. Still, that's months if not over a year away.
Even if I'm only held for a few months, by not paying the bills ...
Ah well, was quite willing to face that at the beginning; and can't
worry about the wife or kid in that matter now. They're both adults.
The good news:
I *STILL* feel fairly confident of winning this case on appeal; which
(like said above) was my original aim.
The bad news:
Even if I do, I could still lose a lot financially.
Oh well ... I've lived homeless before.
In the meanwhile:
The good news:
I'm doing fairly well.
I'm keeping up on most of my bills ... or HAVE been anyway.
I seem healthy except for not keeping up properly with my diabetes
medication. I should be seeing the doctor about that sometime in a
week or so.
The bad news:
I don't think I could hold down a regular job, except for one that's
done "from home" any more. I have to get up and go PEE way too much.
Rats. Well, I suppose I *could* wear one of those "Depends" or
something. Ick.
Financially, with the wife not living here, once again I'll be falling
slightly behind each month. Rats. Having the kid here paying
room&board helps a little bit; but not nearly as much.
Two people really don't eat as cheaply as one; but three CAN live
together almost as cheaply as two can separately.
Oh yeah, the cats:
The big Tom called "Lucky" that everybody in the house loved, but that
was mainly the kid's cat, vanished in the middle of last winter.
Rats!
The other three are doing fine; except one seems to barf wherever she
happens to be ... on the carpet, on the table where she shouldn't be,
on the tile-floor, on the bedspread, etc.. Well, barf beats poop.
Oregon Misty isn't a kitten anymore; though she still has a lot of
kitten in her. She's still MY cat; and lets the other two know it.
Oh yeah: Misty-Fuzz is getting to be a loooong CAT.
And that's the news, for those interested.
Will update as I can, when more information available.
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Bad news (for me, at least):
The wife has (again) moved out.
The good news:
THIS time she didn't run away.
Even when she moved back in with me about 9 months ago, she was STILL
trying to get into a local religiously-run set of apartments for older
people like her. So, I helped.
It took her over a year-and-a-half, including the last nine months
with me, for an apartment to come available for her to move in.
Yes, I expected it and did help as much as I can.
For the time she stayed with me, I helped her get set up financially
so she COULD move in there; and over Christmas the kid and I have been
trying to make sure she had all the *things* a person needs to live
alone. At where she last lived, she had essentially nothing except
the clothes she wore. Everything else her caregiver supplied.
I've been working for months to help correct that; knowing she WAS
planning on moving out whenever a space became available; which it
finally did the beginning of this month.
For about the last three weeks or so, I've been helping her move in.
I've not only carted stuff over there; but drove her around town
helping her get things she didn't have and that I didn't have extras
of here to spare. Other friends of hers have also been doing the
same.
So, THIS time I get to see her on a fairly regular basis; and it's not
a long drive (over 15 miles) to go. Quite local, in-fact.
Also, SHE decides what goes on; since this is HER apartment.
1000 time better than when she ran.
The bad news:
The wife, when she moved in about nine months ago was hyper and
energetic; and not just from the religious overdose where she believed
(very unrealistically) that I had been "saved".
NOW she's sedentary and running out of breath.
She also has pains around her middle.
The good news:
She was tested for things like anemia, low thyroid (she IS
hypo-thyroid already; but being treated) and her blood-sugar.
All came back normal.
SO ... We set up visits with the heart-doctor and her oncologist.
Scheduled: Echocardiogram, Angiogram, and MRI for the possible return
of cancer (not likely; but ....)
Wednesday she went in for the first one.
The bad news:
The Echocardiogram shows her aortic valve isn't closing properly; thus
probably accounting for her shortness-of-breath. Even I could see
that it didn't look right while peering over the shoulder of the
technician taking the test. About an hour after the procedure the
heart-doctor called her to confirm my guess (that I hadn't mentioned
to the wife yet). Rats.
My impression is that they're just going to "monitor the situation"
and hope it doesn't get worse.
She pants and feels tired just walking a few hundred feet down to the
lunch-room in her new facility.
The good news:
Where she's staying *might* just be better for her than staying here
with me. She feels more comfortable there "in a religious
environment". She sees a LOT more people there, instead of just
sitting around here staring at four walls and the TV set. She has an
elevator; and doesn't have to go up and down stairs. She has HELP
cleaning her apartment and even washing clothes. *AND* she still has
ME to call upon as friend, confidant, and chauffeur to anyplace she
wants to go; from Sunday Church, Bible-Study, or just the
Grocery-store. So, I get to see her a LOT more than when she was
living 20 miles away.
The bad news:
Her angiography is still about two weeks away; and there's a
possibility she has yet another blockage in the heart, like the ones
she now has four stents in for. So, we don't know yet.
The cancer-screening is even farther off; but there's only a tiny
chance of THAT recurring after five years of negative testing.
Just a note about the Kid:
Good: Kid is now working again.
Bad: Kid lost the house was living in.
Good: Kid not being charged taxes for that.
Bad: Kid not making as much at new job.
Good: Kid moved back in here. Paying room-and-board.
Bad: Kid broke up with previous SO.
Good: Kid had new one ... Seems much better.
OK .... So much for the wife and kid.
Now about ME.
The good news:
Judge Sands down in Georgia FINALLY gave a verdict.
... after well over three years since the trial.
The bad news:
The judge dismissed our motion to dismiss charges.
The judge also found me guilty; saying (in complete denial of the
whole trial testimony) that he "saw no evidence of my stories being
political, artistic, literary, or scientific value". In essence his
ruling was: "I'm the judge, I don't like your stories. Guilty!"
Not really news, but:
Not the slightest hint yet of what or when the judge will sentence me.
Only slight clues about what the Government wants the sentence to be.
Waiting again ....
Can't start appeals until sentencing.
Don't have a clue as to what the judge will decide during appeals.
The good news:
This is ACTUALLY where I had hoped to be (albeit YEARS earlier)!
My original aim was to challenge the LAW; rather like Rosa Parks did
the law about giving up her seat on the bus or Scopes did in the
famous "Monkey Trial". You can't really fight the law or the
enforcement of it unless convicted under said law. You don't have
what they call "standing". IOW: You have to show DAMAGE to yourself
by enforcement of said law.
The bad news:
*IF* sentenced to any noticeably long prison-time, then the wife and I
will both lose the house and probably everything in it because of the
reverse-mortgage that requires one of us two to live here. The wife
says she cannot move back in, even if I leave ... and I don't blame
her. If I go, the house will (eventually) be foreclosed; and the kid
out on the street. Still, that's months if not over a year away.
Even if I'm only held for a few months, by not paying the bills ...
Ah well, was quite willing to face that at the beginning; and can't
worry about the wife or kid in that matter now. They're both adults.
The good news:
I *STILL* feel fairly confident of winning this case on appeal; which
(like said above) was my original aim.
The bad news:
Even if I do, I could still lose a lot financially.
Oh well ... I've lived homeless before.
In the meanwhile:
The good news:
I'm doing fairly well.
I'm keeping up on most of my bills ... or HAVE been anyway.
I seem healthy except for not keeping up properly with my diabetes
medication. I should be seeing the doctor about that sometime in a
week or so.
The bad news:
I don't think I could hold down a regular job, except for one that's
done "from home" any more. I have to get up and go PEE way too much.
Rats. Well, I suppose I *could* wear one of those "Depends" or
something. Ick.
Financially, with the wife not living here, once again I'll be falling
slightly behind each month. Rats. Having the kid here paying
room&board helps a little bit; but not nearly as much.
Two people really don't eat as cheaply as one; but three CAN live
together almost as cheaply as two can separately.
Oh yeah, the cats:
The big Tom called "Lucky" that everybody in the house loved, but that
was mainly the kid's cat, vanished in the middle of last winter.
Rats!
The other three are doing fine; except one seems to barf wherever she
happens to be ... on the carpet, on the table where she shouldn't be,
on the tile-floor, on the bedspread, etc.. Well, barf beats poop.
Oregon Misty isn't a kitten anymore; though she still has a lot of
kitten in her. She's still MY cat; and lets the other two know it.
Oh yeah: Misty-Fuzz is getting to be a loooong CAT.
And that's the news, for those interested.
Will update as I can, when more information available.
--
_____
/ ' / ™
,-/-, __ __. ____ /_
(_/ / (_(_/|_/ / <_/ <_