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PART 2 he has spread lies about me all over town, has people look out for me and call him when they see me like I'm some kind of criminal. I've never been arrested or in trouble with the law. never was dishonest with them. matter of fact my honesty has been anmd still is used agaiunst me. his son is a dope head, has been arrested,for domestic violence, grand theft auto, breaking and entering, drugs, u name it. I still deal with the abuse because I need my adopted mom for a place to stay. I feel like a pile of dung for having to depend on her. its impossible to be independent when your making 10.50 hr. With a growing boy in school and fiance is hashing out problems with SSI as he is unable to work. and because she is brainwashed into thinking she needs him, he has control and messes with me however he can, yet i cant think of a way to kleep him away from me and quit messing with me. He set the pool pump to go on for 5 hours everyday and locked it and did the same with the sprinklers so we cant change it. I pay the water and electric bill. He's got the whole world it seems like convinced I'm on drugs. that infuriates me because no one sees that he's being dishonest and unreasonable. they all know his son is a skrew up and a drug addict and that he's been in all sorts of trouble. and I'm not yet they believe him. I wanna know where did his credibility come from? y are his friend and he's so stupid to believe him and not question his mean nasty things he says in such a mean nasty way about a child (when I was) and when he still talks so bad about me now, and to mainly the same people, now that I'm an adult and doing my own thing y don't they ever question him? I mean come on, it's got to get old at some point, this crazy white hair man running around can't keep my name out his mouth. y he is so hell bent on proving to the world that im a skrew up??

Char,, your quilts are great. I really admire you for keeping up on your hobby under really less-than-ideal circumstances. Sailing is wonderful, but sailing and quilting seem pretty incompatible to me. You've made it work!! Shelagh looks beautiful underway. Donna, sailing is also a wonderful hobby. I found it a very empowering pasttime. I started sailing in my late 40's and racing shortly thereafter. It was my passion until I was about 73. At that time, I thought I'd leave racing to the younger set. I still love to sail, but since I sold my boat after I quit racing, I don't do it much any more. For Char, it's a lifestyle now.

I wore black from head to toe. No makeup, simple hair, and pearls to show my tears. I did buy special buckle shoes because I loved her buckle shoes. So I tried to honor her family and her. I placed a simple rose made of paper (a musical sheet) on her altar, and for some reason, I bowed to it as I left the room. I left, bowing to her family as I went. Nobody told me to do it I didn't plan on doing it, but her father bowed back. It was a very American affair the entire time I was there. The Americans didn't wear black, the Japanese did. Her mother wore all black and pearls. Her father did not wear the typical attire. He dressed more American style. And as was typical of any gathering involving her, it was a melange of, well, all of her. There was a picture of her in a traditional kimono, and a picture of her in rock climbing attire. She's so thin in that picture, I would think it was taken a couple of weeks ago. I couldn't stay to the end. I didn't want to be there for the cremation. I didn't feel it was appropriate, and I couldn't handle it. I'm sure we all did what we could.