Nothing has changed on the family front. Jonquil’s family still isn’t talking to me and I still don’t care.
Narcissus is having a grand ole time. When she sold her house she should have been left with about $60,000 after the mortgage was paid, legal fees, agent commission, any penalties from the mortgage company. When I say $60,000 that is likely generous, there should be been several more thousands of dollars left too.
Of that $60,000, Narcissus and the Unfortunate Sucker were supposed to pay $33,000 to their bankruptcy trustee in a lump sum payment for their consumer proposal. They didn’t. They wanted to wait until Narcissus found a full-time job with a steady pay cheque. The house closed in the spring, I think it was mid March and Narcissus still doesn’t have a full-time job.
According to reports, Narcissus claims that they only have $23,000 left and are $10K sort for the proposal and she doesn’t know what to do.
HOLY CRAP ON A CRACKER! She spent $37,000 in 6 months?
They have gone on trips, wine tasting tours, paid for a trip to Cuba or something to attend a friend’s wedding. I have no idea what else she has spent that money on.
She and Lilybelle are fighting. Lilybelle stopped paying her cell phone bill (which is on Narcissus’ account) about 8 months ago and Narcissus finally had enough and had the phone disconnected. Gee, I wonder where Lilybelle learned that kind of behaviour? Paying bills is for suckers, apparently. Now Pete is inviting Jonquil and I up to their new place to see the baby. Are you kidding me? Do I look stupid? Jonquil gets an email the day after the phone gets shut off and Lilybelle has a huge fight with Narcissus.
Yeah, no thanks. I am good. I have encouraged Jonquil to go and see the baby but I want nothing to do with that shit show anymore.
On my end, we are overrun with cats. Stray cats everywhere, and they all know where I live. A momma gave birth to her five babies in my yard in mid-June. We brought them in, I had mom fixed. We still have mom and two babies looking for homes. Now a male has shown up, sweeter than pure sugar, he is inside waiting to be fixed. How do they know where I live? I need a second (third, fourth?) job to feed all these darn cats. I can certainly understand how people end up with 80 cats in their homes though.
Knee is still buggered. Torn meniscus and arthritis. Good times. Getting old really sucks.
How have you all been? Are you still here?