Which Reminds Me

Obviously I don't need to remind anyone that I did not write this horrible script in the first place, but that it was thrust upon me later by all of those people who wish to pretend that they did not write it in the first place, but would like a scapegoat to take the fall in their places, or something like that.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, why all this yapping about Barbara Miller of Mississippi? Barbara was a schoolteacher at the missionary kid school for a year when I was in eleventh grade. Barbara was very talkative and always yapping about something. I remember that Stevie Bueno was always complaining about Barbara as his teacher because every morning during school she would be crying off and on because she was so depressed. Yes, well, Barbara was sort of dingy. She would come over to our house and complain about the son who lived in the house where she was living at the time, the house of the Navarrete family I seem to remember. Barbara would say that he was so mean to her. Yes, well, teenage guys are sometimes sort of mean to older single women, definitely. I don't actually recall the specifics of what she said about how he was being mean to her, just that she did complain about him. Perhaps my mother would remember something. She talked more to my mother than to us. But anyway, the Navarrettes are not exactly warm and friendly people as I recall. The patriarch of the Navarrete family was the church organist and he was very good at that even though sometimes some people seemed to recognize secular tunes such as "Glow Worm" that he was playing during offertories and interludes which might have seemed a little weird in church but, anyway, it was not my place to say anything about that. I don't remember very much about them so why is his mother complaining about me? I am not Barbara and don't even remember anything else about him.

Barbara would come over to our house and talk about the book of Job and other unanswerable dilemmas, also the so-called supremacy of Ole Miss, a Mississippi university of no interest to me.

Yes, and segueing directly to the point of oil well drilling, what was I supposed to do with this worthless hole in the ground? I am just a girl with no oil rig crew available to pump the money out of the ground.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is somewhat awkward for me, these horribly wicked chainy political people trying to surreptitiously attach themselves to me, as if I were some sort of talisman they would need to promote their own good luck. They don't care about my life and what happens to me. It is only their own political fortunes that consume their interests. I am nothing to them, just a cog in a wheel or something like that. I could say something very similar about those horrible Hollywood people. I never had any thought of learning more "behind the scenes" trivia on such shows as "Charlie's Angels" and other TV fluff that comes and goes in its seasons. I don't need their chains.

Which Reminds Me

When I was 8 years old we were playing the game of Sorry and I lost a game so I threw a temper tantrum and threw a yellow piece on the ground and it broke. I always play with blue pieces so to my 8-year-old mind I was supposed to win but didn't win that one. And it so happens that the Thompson girls were there to witness my little temper tantrum at eight years old, something they have forgotten. Oh, did I forget to say that I was sorry? Well, the name of game speaks for itself I suppose.

Which Reminds Me

About now someone really ought to be turning off the faucet, or rather I should perhaps say the Fawcett, Fawcett being the mother's maiden name of Samuel Longwell, the shady character who absconded with the money, for whom my great-grandfather took the fall, a thankless thing to do. We don't have time to match wits with your dogs Mary and Heather and anyway we couldn't care less. The dikes of Holland are overflowing. If only more of the facts were forthcoming we could sort out what our problem actually is but we really don't know enough about it, can't get a handle on it, just treading water here

Which Reminds Me

Yes, they are denying me any aspiration to motherhood, as if bossiness can only be allowed if you have already changed diapers and toilet trained toddlers. Not that I was ever that much bossy. Well, it is true that these skills are essential for motherhood but anyway not everyone can have children. What about childless wives like Susie? Never mind about them. It is really just all about me. The whole funnel is designed to leave me at the bottom of the pile. So? Perhaps I will die soon and then they will have to find some other victim to oppress because really nothing they do or say matters to me. I really can't say that I care about the opinions of persons who only hate me hate me hate me.

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It is sort of awkward for us, these Green people pretending to represent all of us when actually they represent business interests. If I ever chose a hobby it wouldn't be lobbying just for the lobby's sake. If I were lobbying it would not necessarily be the Green place to say how things should be. In the end the Greens will have to abide by the laws of the land just like everyone else, whatever those laws may be. One wants to hear some humility from even business leaders. It was sort of horrifying to hear Jan Green joking about how she would just as soon have a stick for a husband. Or maybe it was Karen who first said that. I can't quite remember. Maybe I really didn't get it at the time, so shocking was pretty much everything that Jan ever said, but later I thought about it and realized that Jan had been an evil influence on my thinking. Even though I was not the person whose report got Jan Green expelled from college, it was a relief to not have wicked witch Jan around anymore to muddy the waters. I would prefer to eschew all things that came out of Jan's mouth, and even mine in relation to that, if I could remember what was said, if I did say anything connected to that. But really, I would really rather forget about that. Personally speaking, I did not have a good impression of Jan Green. Jan was the one who dyed her hair a phony shade of auburn whereas my hair is naturally auburn.