280 days of spinning wheels and worrying this year alone..Waking up to temperatures in the 30's, lower 20's inside this shed, was a rude awakening this morning. I tried to throw more blankets around me. Snuggled up with the dogs. I tried everything to stop the constant and fairly violent shivering.
Yesterday Rio whimpered and whined the entire trip to and from Las Cruces because my boss was sat in "her" seat. It had to have been the funniest thing we had ever watched. She sat in the back seat complaining away, frequently nudging my boss to move. Or at least get out of the truck and walk.
A discussion I had with my daughter's father, my ex-husband, had me so upset late last night I wanted to sit and cry. To say that he was absentee throughout their lives is a slight understatement. In 30+ years I have never seen him send a Christmas or birthday present to his own children. I doubt that he could even name many of the grand-children.That isn't to say that he hasn't made small efforts in the last year or so, but it's always been too little too late, and his children have never understood it, though one forgave him unconditionally.
Life goes on... and the girls and I will handle the medical bills.. we always have.I spoke to Jan early this morning and was advised that a prospective buyer is flying in from the East Coast tomorrow. Another buyer from San Angelo was supposed to arrive last night for No-Name but he hasn't yet appeared.
Then I had to run some errands and check on my youngest daughter and grandson. My youngest daughter is healing quickly without problems, but my grandson is going to be sent to a specialist at the university cancer unit in Albuquerque, so we won't have a detailed prognosis for a month or more. Bassel-Hagens in multiple form, which is what I have, is such a painful disease that my heart breaks when a grand-child is diagnosed with it. Being homeless is so hard on my body.
When people are raised to have such a sense of entitlement they will steal under the belief that they deserve someone's money more than the owner deserves it. And the action is without any conscience or regret. Not once has Robert Huckins, or anyone related to him, apologized for the extreme abuse and cruelty women had to endure because of his actions.We become a dollar amount, a financial gain, not human beings with needs, hopes, dreams, desires, physical needs, physical limitations. We are not even worthy of an apology or attempt to rectify the damages sustained.
That is a simply horrifying reality.
As I was driving into the driveway at my bosses a half dozen deer were wondering across the road. One doe stopped and stared at me, then all 6 came galloping after the truck. 10 more followed.
Cats, dogs, horses and deer. I would never make a city person.
All in all it's been a nice easy day, in the lower 60's but a bit windy. Yet I am dreading tonight... when the cold temperatures will return, and with rain forecast.
Being homeless isn't even for the birds.
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. 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. 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 any money I wouldn't be making this plea today. But he pushes the abuse and torment to an extent where no alternatives are offered. 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.Today Robert Huckins has his own home...
He also has OUR home.....
He also has a lot of people's money...
And his freedom.
I have NOTHING but the continual cruelty and torment of being homeless.
Enough shovels of earth -- a mountain. Enough pails of water -- a river. ~Chinese Proverbs
