Lestly In The Hizzouse #34

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n these ‘Lestly In The Hizzouse’ things, I always talk about me – Lestly. This time, for a change, I am going to tell you a story about my permanent room-mate Natalie. She is my room-mate but also my best friend in the world. She has lived with me for years partly because her family got fed up with her being out of work but mostly because she has rotten taste in men. There was a time when she would move in with one boyfriend one weekend and move out again before the next weekend arrived. She was hardly able to get a place of her own or even move in with anyone. So, she moved in with me. We have been room-mates for nearly twenty years now.

Lestly In The Hizzouse #33

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few years ago, Natalie and I investigated adopting a baby. We are both getting too old to have natural children and we are destined to live out our days together even though we are both just friends and not a couple. We asked child services and they were pretty much of the opinion that they handout kids to anyone these days – that is a joke but probably with some truth in there somewhere. They recommended we attend parenting courses where any questions we might have could be answered and advice given. There were about half-a-dozen couples in our class and we were doing an ‘ice-breaker’ to help get to know one another. Everyone was asked to share their reasons for wanting to adopt or foster a child with the group. Everyone was giving motivational reasons why they thought a child could add something to their lives. Then we came round to this one guy who just shrugged and said, “We have three kids already, but there’s an extra seat in our minivan!” The whole group just fell about laughing. That was my first introduction to Jackson.

Lestly In The Hizzouse #32

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rowing up, Tony was my best friend. Other than my family he was the only person who was ever there for me. He was the only one who pushed me at school to achieve anything. He oozed confidence out of every place you can ooze from. Kids in our school wanted to be astronauts or firemen but Anthony wanted to have his own business. He was going to be the chairman of a global company, that is how high he had set his sights. He was always networking and making contacts out of people he thought could help him along the way. He would march into the principal’s office, sit in the most comfortable chair in there, and chat to anyone who would listen. I never understood where he got the confidence. He came from nowhere, a real run-down neighbourhood and yet he was the way he was – it just didn’t make any sense to me.

Lestly In The Hizzouse #31

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he strange thing about my father was during his whole life I only ever remember him being upset once. I am sure he had more days when he was upset but he never showed it, at least not to me. He was the strong, silent type who nothing ever touched… at least not on the surface. Underneath maybe things were different. The only time I ever remember him being upset was when his mother died, my paternal grandmother. I had hardly seen him for a few weeks because he stayed more or less all his non-working hours at the hospital with his mom. She had cancer, so we all knew she was dying but I don’t think Dad accepted it. On the day she died she joked with my dad that if she possibly could, she would send him a sign from beyond the grave to let him know she was looking over him… and so she did.

Lestly In The Hizzouse #30

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t must be about fifteen years ago now that Chimpton told me of an event in her life which was very upsetting to her and her family. I wanted to tell her that I understood entirely how she felt but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to face up to an event in my own life. To this day I have never told her of the story I am about to tell you all now. My dad took his own life when I was around twelve years old. I was upset but I was probably still too young to face the enormity of his actions. I am sure it was traumatic for my mom but she never let me see how upset she was. Looking back today with adult eyes, I guess she had to be there for me and my brother and show us how strong she was even if underneath the veneer she was no such thing.

Lestly In The Hizzouse #29

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have had so much time on my hands this past couple of weeks and been pretty bored sitting around the apartment. I thought I would reclaim my spot at the beginning of the month where I normally post. While I was recovering from Covid-19, I have been thinking about growing up and how I used to love to play Basketball. I was never any good at it but we had this coach who would fill me with confidence. He could never stop praising me and telling me that if I put in the work then I could make the big time. I never believed him because everyone was so much better than I was but I had a tiny, little hope at the back of my mind that perhaps he saw something in me that no one else did. His name was Coach Sandborn and he had coached all over which also gave me some hope.

Lestly In The Hizzouse #28

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confess it is a little late in the month for my Hizzouse but I can offer explanation in the way of this post. It started with my breathing getting laboured to the point I was lying in bed and it actually hurt to breath in and once this arduous task had been completed I couldn’t wait to breath out again. Next thing you know I had a fever and a really dry cough that was pretty persistent. By this time even my addled brain was beginning to guess at a reason for my ailments. I Googled it and discovered that they were doing “in car” tests just a few blocks away from my apartment. I jumped in the car trying to avoid anyone while making the short but painful journey to the carpark. There was a pretty impressive queue forming so I figured that if I didn’t have it then there was less chance of me catching it in my car than if I went to the ER. So in the queue I sat.