I was up before sunrise after having a miserable night trying to stop a violent migraine. My stomach was still queasy, terribly sick to my stomach, but the pain in my eyes wasn't severe enough to stop me from working. I thank God because I had a full and hectic day ahead of me.It felt so cold, my feet were like blocks of ice, and again I found myself stood in the dark chilly morning air on the outside of warm comfortable homes around me... looking in.
Is it autumn yet? It certainly feels like it, but once the sun rose the morning was simply gorgeous. As soon as I walked outside the deer came galloping up already licking their lips in anticipation of stealing the sweet feed put out for the horse.
I telephoned my daughter to see how she was doing, then set about to see if I could make a semblance of organization in the chaos of packed belongings.This afternoon I had to run to Capitan to see Becky Washburn, pick up supplies at Lincoln County Mercantile Farm & Ranch, and head to the Lazy J Ranch.
The plan was to try and get as much done as possible in one day, so I could be free for the drive to Lamesa, Texas, to pick up the race colt. But only after 6.30 pm was I told that tomorrow is going to be "iffy." I may go, I may not go.
I don't want to drive to Texas, so I am hoping the haulers will get there first. The migraine I thought was under control this morning started to escalate through the day and I need to sleep...
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. I, like those victims who came before me, have been dragged through a living hell and I simply beg for your mercy.I can't obtain a home until Robert Huckins returns the money he stole from us that was to buy a home, and I can't remain homeless.
Had he given the money back when he promised the white collar crime investigators I wouldn't be making this plea today. Had he never stolen our building fund I wouldn't be making this plea today.
But he pushes the abuse and torment to an extent where no alternatives are offered.
Today Robert Huckins has his own home...
He also has OUR home.....
He also has a lot of people's money...
And his freedom.
No women should be abused to this degree. I am homeless and I want to see my mum and return to my career, so I won't stop asking if I have to ask every single day until I die. Robert Huckins gave no-one an alternative, so I plead with sincerity for your mercy and intervention.
Greed is a fat demon with a small mouth and whatever you feed it is never enough.~ Janwillem van de Wetering
