This weekend passed away as a lightning flash. Groundel needed a place to stay, and Lucinda took him in. We have been looking for a small room or something and nothing came up. Then Lucinda remembered that at the house where she lived years ago there was a basement that used to be rented… She called her aunt and the small apartment was available since the last tenant left it as a mess and the owner just closed it up. We went to see how bad it was on Sunday, and turns out the place is perfect. It needs cleaning and paint, but as a place just to sleep it is just what he needs. Water included, it will be a $75 monthly bill. Did I say perfect again? He doesn’t really need light, he’s kinda used to living in candlelight for the time he lived with his mother (they stopped paying the ligt bill in September…), so… Groundel will be Lucinda’s guest for another week. They should go on Friday to start the cleaning up-painting stuff, and move a mattress from the house above. Location is at walking distance to everything since it is at the heart of Mayaguez. So, he can go study, and can go work… He may get something thanks to another of his friends at Volcar (the guy left and is supervisor somewhere else and asked him to give him his resume to try getting him a part-time… Fingers crossed please). So… One less stress for me. I was really upset about people being so… bitchy and senseless about him having no home. I tried my uncle and that turned out as something bad bad bad. Seems he clearly forgets where he comes from, and how he made it. Oh, well… That’s a rule of thumb of humans. They forget their roots. Anyway… The important thing is that at least the night dwelling matter is closed. Now it’s up to Groundel to get a job and finish studying. After that, the sky’s the limit for him.

The showdown between my uncle and the contractor was as I expected… bad. I don’t get why my uncle is so… himself… making comments as if he were the one paying… You can get that feel, which is very wrong. I wanted him to help me view things about the forest-side of my dwelling, no to examine the actual house and start criticizing. He questioned why I wanted such dark tiles for the bath… I LIKE COBALT BLUE, SO WHAT! Then he makes that snarl he makes when he disapproves… Ahhhh! Saying that the actual tile was fine, that the floor was fine, that I just needed light and I could move in… And to my saying I wanted everything done before actually living there, he snapped “Oh, since you have the money”. WTF… I repeat… WTF? I hate that. I really hate that. If he were to make any contribution by all means he may speak… If he had been a co-signer, or the one giving anything for the house he could have every right in the world to make his opinion stand loud and clear… But flailing a machete while complaining about everything really pissed me off. NOT YOUR HOUSE, NOT YOUR DEBT, NOT YOUR CONCERN. Well, I’m NOT sorry I have TASTE and VISION. I inherited THAT from my auntie. And to my uncle’s dismay, I got my ILL TEMPER from HIM. So he better shove up his ass his opinions if they do nothing to help me in any way. The contractor has not been perfect but has been a sport with me, and allowed me to pay him in installments. I know that kindness in business is payed for. A shame an ex-businessman like my uncle cannot see that… But then again, the one that really run his business was my aunt, not him… He got the glory while she was his slave. Cute thing.

Yes I am very ticked off. My uncle used to be very human and very kind… But his contact with the hyenna that he married and his 7 brothers who are simply animals have made him… cold hearted… shallow… That is not the man I remember. I rather keep my good memories than deal with such a creep. I know life hardens people, but damnit… He is my father. I am no stranger. And somehow he made me wish I were… That was the not-so-kodak moment of Saturday evening. Hurray-hurray.

Well.. my life goes back to me again as I woke up this morning. It’s a good feeling facing life stress-free, and having achieved the solutions to the problems that I considered important. So what if I over-react, or if I am a sentimental fool? That’s what friends are for. And I may not have tons of friends, but I always stand for my close friends: The family I chose. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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