Saturday, August 6, 2011

Normal - The Setting On A Washing Machine

Sometimes it's really difficult to discern what "normal" should be. I was up bright and early shoveling mud from around my packed belongings. I never thought that this would be my normal, but today it is.
I never thought I would have to wade through mud in a 10x12 foot area of living space in a garden shed to get into a bed. But today I do. And we still need more rain. That is a reality no-one could deny.

I am in so much physical pain my temper is getting short. I have such a high tolerance to pain but this is too much for any human being and no amount of pain killers will give me any relief.
Thankfully the rain wasn't a deluge today as it was yesterday, and even though in serious pain I managed to get out and work outside a little. Today I acted like a bear with a sore paw. I just can't handle this pain any longer.

I managed to get over to Harvey's to get the trailer and a load of hay and got to the Lazy J quite early, but I have not spoken to Jan so I have no idea if she asked about the electricity. I drove into the rain coming back to Alto on Angus Hill. The horse shoer I phoned yesterday never arrived despite scheduling two appointments today, the first before noon and the second after noon. But the 3,000 flies did arrive, brought in by the horse, and when I walked back into the shed around 12.30 pm I was met with a veritable army of flies.
An entire can of fly spray still hasn't killed them all but Rio is bouncing around the bed frantically trying to catch them all, one by one. This may not be the time to tell Rio that she is a born and bred German Shorthair Pointer, a bird dog, and those are flies.. not birds. She seems to be having too much fun for me to spoil it for her.

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.

Liam Griffin, I sat in your law office with two witnesses as you gave me your promise, your guarantee, that Robert Huckins was not going to steal our money and leave me homeless. You personally guaranteed that it would be returned before harm came to us.

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.

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.

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

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.

Civilization is built on a number of ultimate principles.. respect for human life, the punishment of crimes against property and persons, the equality of all good citizens before the law ... or in a word, JUSTICE. ~ Max Nordau