December 30, 2013
It’s a new year ahead filled with new opportunities and challenges. What these opportunities and challenges are only time will tell. That’s what great about time you never know what might happen.
December 23, 2013
It’s Christmas. One of my care workers will come to get me up. They will dress and feed me. Then I will let my attendant leave leaving to watch basketball for the afternoon. Mom and I will exchange presents with each other. She will cook a nice meal with a turkey or a ham and her homemade cookies. I will return to the TV to watch more basketball until I go to bed. My aunt Nancy will call wishing us Merry Christmas and then Mom will fall asleep. My family has gone their separate ways. It’s hurts being alone on Christmas. I will rest taking cat naps throughout the day getting ready to write again the next day. That’s my life.
December 10, 2013
It’s the week of the Sandy Hook shooting. The news media will be in New Town, Massachusetts, covering the one year anniversary of the shooting. Nothing has changed in regards to gun control. President Obama has to tried to pass gun control laws, but politicians are more influenced by revenue from the NRA and protecting people’s Second Amendment rights than protecting people from these random acts of violence. More shootings will happen and more people will die until we have gun control. People are always shocked when the shootings happen and people die. Nothing changes. When our forefathers wrote the Second Amendment, they didn’t imagine today’s world. My father had severe depression. He attempted suicide eight times in two years. After the first suicide attempt, my mother took away his guns. If she hadn’t done it, we probably would be dead. It’s something to think about a CP author wouldn’t be around. Mentally ill people shouldn’t be allowed guns!
December 2, 2013
I will go to the mall this week with one of my care workers to go Christmas shopping. I will spend half of my money that I earned from critiquing on Christmas presents for my nieces, sister and mother. I have no idea what to get my nieces or sister. My sister has “disowned” us. She doesn’t communicate with us. Last time I saw my nieces was three years ago. I don’t know what my nieces like or want. I will go to a clothing store called Justice to buy gift certificates for the girls and buy some fancy bath soaps for my sister. Mom will mail the presents to my sister. We don’t receive a thank-you note or anything. My sister says that we don’t care, but we do.