Saturday, August 27, 2011

In A Nut Shell

You simply couldn't get any nicer weather than we are experiencing. Today I spent the day re-potting the houseplants for my boss, and.. trying to get clean sheets to sleep on.
As nice as it's been to have dry feet for a few days we still need more rain. I just wish the rain didn't bring such chaos in my own life, but more is in the forecast.
I can't believe that summer is almost over.

Hurricane Irene is now a tropical storm and is beating the east coast, but thank the Lord, not doing half as much damage as it had to potential to do. This has been nothing short of a miracle.

This is the last week at the racetrack. Many years ago the day after the track closed you could drive through Ruidoso and it was like a ghost town. If you passed a handful of vehicles in several miles it was rush hour. Today the population growth has enlarged to such a degree that doesn't happen anymore.
This is a stressful time for myself. I still have not heard from the electrician, so I have no idea what to think. The cold stark and uncomfortable reality is that I am going to face another winter homeless in this shed, and the mere prospect of going through this again is making me a nervous wreck. No-one could ever believe that this could happen. It's so surreal, and the fear is crippling me.

There has to be someone related to Robert & Sylve Huckins must have some means to reach them, if it be Michael Huckins, Dr.Kenneth Ogilvie ( Diana Huckins? Dominic Huckins? Malcolm Huckins? ) or Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins and get them to return ALL of the money they stole from us so that I can buy a home and get our lives back.

I don't believe I have EVER witnessed any none violent crime that can be as devastating as stealing someone's home. I am walking in Dorothy McKeevers f
ootsteps, day by day, month by month, year by year.

Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins you were present the day I signed contract with your son. You walked out of the kitchen with Sylvi Huckins and your son introduced me to you. He told you that I was the British horse trainer he had told you about, the one he was going to build the home and barn for. Why didn't you say something? There may be a rational and reasonable explanation but I have spent over 3 years, homeless, not understanding it. I understand it even less knowing that though I was a total stranger, both Dorothy McKeever and Sally Canning you KNEW.

Dr. Kenneth Ogilvie, I contacted you and simply asked for a reference, not knowing that Robert Huckins was your cousin. Robert Huckins had just stolen over $30,000 from the domestic violence shelter, HEAL, yet everyone was trying to hide it. There was a history of stealing large amounts of money. $65,000 PLUS from Nancy Canning. $89,000 PLUS from Dorothy McKeever. The list just goes on and on and on.

Today Robert Huckins has his own home...
He also has OUR home.....
He also has a lot of people's money...
And his freedom.

Women are not banks or loan institutions. Women should not be the source of a retirement fund for people who don't want to do an honest day's work for an honest day's pay. Holding women hostage while playing with the judicial system, a horrendous game of cat and mouse extending YEARS, with the victims whose very homes, families and stability are in jeopardy is cruelty, as cruel as a physical beating. It is financial and emotional RAPE. Homelessness is not justice. It is a slow, painful death.
Please, I beg with everything I have within me, please convince
Robert Huckins to stop this torture and return the building fund he stole from us so we too, can have a home. Never look down on anybody unless you're helping him up.~ Jesse Jackson