PROMPTuesday #67 – Duos of All Sorts
1) A small church brings in a new pastor. He’s fresh out of ministry school and is determined to lead this church to salvation. As he reviews old records, he finds that this little town holds a secret that they don’t want known. What is the secret?
The secret is they’re all massive fans of J0hn M@y3r, whose name will never be typed out fully here because he’s obviously made a pact with the devil to achieve the level of popularity he has. The young parson understands this and realizes that he can forgive almost anything except the worship of a barely talented attention whore barnacle. The new cleric opts, instead, to transfer to the deepest, darkest, most remote part of Colorado (Broomfield) and work with the crazy odd Up With People people at their headquarters. At least there he can work with real young people with real talent and see a bit of the world.
2) Iconic me: breasts and cameras. I should just go ahead and have lenses implanted into my nipples when the time comes to make the camera an official part of me. Then it’ll be like a twin lens reflex in my bra. I’m hoping the card slot is my cleavage because I refuse to have to fiddle around elsewhere to get it.
I hope I didn’t the scales of propriety too much this week with my answers. If I did, well, fuck it. Not to be rude to Debbie or any of her or my readers, but, damn if this hasn’t been (and still is) a very stressful week. My head’s all ‘splodey and I can barely formulate actual sentences when I interact with others. At least I’m not running with scissors though, right?
And what’s going on? Same old shit, different month, except this time the ante’s been raised to a level where only one of us can win. It comes down to this: I need to be packed up and moved out of here by the end of the month. My roommate and I cannot inhabit the same domicile any longer and it’s just better that way. My problem is that I don’t currently have a regular income beyond sporadic ad revenue and the odd photography job that comes along. I’ve been doing some casual under-the-table work for a couple friends, but they don’t have a whole lot to offer me at the moment. I cannot have a regular job until my case is settled. Needless to say, I have to scramble to get as many photography jobs as possible (or other work: copy writing, copy editing, reviews, event coverage, data entry, invoicing, contract writing, nannying, cooking, laundry, cleaning, live-in home health aide, elder companion, etc) just to get the bills paid right now. I don’t have steady income (and won’t until my case is settled…no, no idea WHEN that will happen) to show a prospective roommate either. Which makes people very uncomfortable. They figure I must be a drug dealer or something, to which I reply, “sorry, no, my drugs are only consumed by me”. Even rent of $400 (which I did find in two places) cannot be guaranteed paid each month at this point. Additionally, having a 12 1/2 year old son who is good looking, smart, kind, healthy, thrifty doesn’t go over well with most people. ElderHelp has now officially said they cannot place me in a home because of my lack of income and my increasingly (disappointing) dismal credit rating.
I’m basically fucked.
I have had an offer from two different sets of friends for temporary accommodations. Both are generous and exceedingly kind. One is for longer and is in a lovely home, but it’s far from P.T. (for which part II of the more intense and major sessions soon start) and Little Dude. For P.T., it would take 6 hours round trip. For LD, it would be a case of only seeing him on weekends. Forget taking a photography job — no car of my own.
The other offer is just across the street and would be for a couple weeks. Long enough for me to get LD registered in school again. I would be helping out a very good friend with her mom and we all get along well. But it’s only a couple weeks and then I’d be back to searching again.
I’m currently selling off as much as I can to raise some cash so I can pay for a storage unit for the rest of it. I’m keeping very little. Only that which is family heirloom-type stuff.
There’s no changing of minds this time around. This situation can no longer continue. It’s time.
As the narrative goes in Mrs. Palfrey at the Claremont (my happy spot these days): “…there were signs it was time to move on. However the question this time was, ‘where to and what for?'”
I just hope my fate doesn’t include a broken hip, pneumonia and other complications, and death as hers did.
If you have friends in the Southeast Poway area, please ask if they have a sofa or at least a beanbag chair on which I might find a bit of sleep (which I desperately need). And I need to bring a kid along.
That’s the big pile of crap I’ve been climbing the past week or so and I appreciate all of you checking in on me. Thanks for listening to the constant whine emanating from this corner of the world. You’re good friends and I love you for it.
And for my roommate who’s undoubtedly reading this: stop, okay? Just…stop. All it does is piss you off and make you even meaner and shittier to deal with. You want to know what’s going on? Ask me. Or leave me alone. Either way, this’ll be over and done with soon enough and I would prefer to not be cyberstalked any longer.
I love your Promptuesday this week, especially your iconic you. Looks like a logo!
As for the rest, you know my thoughts. Live in health aide would seem a great way to meet more than one of your needs… and I know you’re exploring every option. Our hearts are with you! :hug:
Comment by Pam — 2009/08/05 @ 08:09
*sniff* I have a sleeper sofa for you. However, I am North of Boston.
Comment by Tara — 2009/08/05 @ 08:35
I like your bawdy, booby side. Swear away.
(I’m emailing you back on the other stuff…)
Comment by San Diego Momma — 2009/08/05 @ 09:22
Wish I were in a position to help out. Unfortunately, I lost most of my San Diego contacts years ago, after I left CA and my brother moved to San Francisco. So I’ll send a few extra prayers & happy thoughts in yours & the boy’s direction. :pray:
Comment by diamond dave — 2009/08/05 @ 09:58
:grouphug:
Thanks, everyone! It’s purely self-preservation that even make this mass appeal. A change is gonna come and all that…
Comment by DaGoddess — 2009/08/05 @ 10:01
Just curious, what’s the beef with John M***r (since you obviously don’t want his name here)? I’m no rabid fan of his, but I don’t necessarily dislike him either. Did he slap around a girlfriend, drug a young boy, sacrifice a puppy, or something that I didn’t hear about? Inquiring minds and all that.
Comment by diamond dave — 2009/08/05 @ 10:07
He’s a wanna be bluesman who has tried that “selling his soul to the devil” thing to cross over. Some are buying it. I’m not. He sounds like a watered down Dave Matthews, who I also dislike intensely. ( Can you say formulaic? ) I also don’t like that most of America suddenly claims to be blues lovers all because they’ve heard the shallow warblings of John fucking Mayer. He’s a hack. I’ve even attended one of his blues shows (and wanted desperately to leave 1/3 of the way through because it all sounded the same and because he popped it all up in order to sell it to the bubble gum crowd)
Yeah he can get on stage and jam with Clapton, Buddy Guy, whoever…but on his own? No way.
He’s a wannabe. And not in a good way.
Comment by DaGoddess — 2009/08/05 @ 10:14
“barely talented attention whore barnacle” — Knew I hated that poser for a reason.
Good luck on finding a sofa. Stay safe.
Comment by Jan — 2009/08/05 @ 10:42
Poser is a good name for him. Or rather, he’s a “poseur”, which is even worse. More pretentious and more loathesome.
I’m looking, Jan. And I plan to.
Comment by DaGoddess — 2009/08/05 @ 10:46
I’ve asked St. Veronica (patron saint of photographers) to intercede for you and help you to find what you need. Just as she gave comfort to Christ, I hope you find the comfort and home that you need.
Comment by Mrs. Who — 2009/08/05 @ 11:39
Hi love. I sure wish I could help. With a baby on the way, Mike out of work and us barely making it ourselves right now, we have no room, no extra resources and no extra energy :( BE SAFE. I love you. I’m so sorry.
Comment by Gracie — 2009/08/05 @ 12:09
:grouphug: Thanks everyone!
Comment by DaGoddess — 2009/08/05 @ 16:40
:cross: We share a gag reflex with Dave Matthews Band how anyone can admit to liking them shows a very deep lack of self-respect. And john mayer seems pretty soulless and I don’t waste my time listening. …. On other stuff, I called about that. Right now own finances hurting tho by end of month should be much better. You’re stuck but good and that sucks in a “there are no words” kinda way.
Comment by Temple Stark — 2009/08/05 @ 20:54
Well, from Northeast Texas all I can offer is prayers. What kind of case, are you trying to get on Social Security disability? If so, a polite letter to your congresscritter can help expedite the hearing. It won’t change the outcome any, it will move the hearing up.
Anyway, prayers up from Texas.
Comment by Peter — 2009/08/06 @ 03:29
good luck to you and hang in there. Can I just say that even when you’re down on your luck you’re an awful lot of fun to read? I hope you find something that works….
Comment by g — 2009/08/06 @ 15:37
Most everyone beat me to it. Hang in there. As Mrs. Who has the Saints covered, I’ll just send a prayer up to whoever might be listening and hope it gets through.
Thank heaven you said that about Dave Matthews – I’ve never understood the appeal… I just thought it was because I was not really into music. LOL.
Comment by Teresa — 2009/08/06 @ 20:21