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Jun. 14th, 2017

It's my day off, so OF COURSE I woke up at 4:57.

Took the garbage out and found a corkboard AND a chalkboard leaning against the dumpster.  Damn, I love this time of year.  Students throw out everything. Kent dragged home a huge stand fan the other day.  That has increased the cool in this house hundredfold....which, considering the projected weather for this summer, is like a gift from the gods.

Anyway, back to the fact that I HAVE A CHALKBOARD!!!!  It's going to have to go in the craft room /room of doom, which was not my original plan (yes, I have had chalkboard lust for a while.  Wanna hear about my fountain pen fetish?), but it'll do.  But first, both of my finds must be painted and glittered and rhinestoned and Be-dazzled beyond belief.

I know.  I have issues.  Hell, I have subscriptions.

Actually, speaking of subscriptions, I have found a brilliant way to get magazines out of the house (and how did I not think of this before?)..  I went on a $5 magazine binge on amazon not too long ago.  I took a HUGE pile to my residents yesterday.  They have magazines out in AL, but we don't get SHIT for our residents in back.

Well, that's about to change.  even if I have to do it myself.  All it is costing me is a broken back for hauling stuff to work.

The thing that broke my heart was Good Time Charlie, who latched on to Rolling Stone immediately and wanted to "see what Hunter is up to."

I'll take Things I Never Thought I'd Have To Do for $500, Alex.  I told him that he doesn't write for RS anymore.  And he stared me straight in the eyes.  Bored right into my soul.  "He's dead, isn't he?"

I nodded.  And he exploded.  In the way only a Vietnam vet with PTSD can.

I had to hold him while he was sedated.  He has a PRN for it, but it still felt...wrong.

I sat on the floor with him, then took him to his room.  Tucked him in bed. Brought him a glass of water and said he should get some rest.

As I was leaving, he said my name.  I turned around, and I could see the ghosts in his eyes.  "They're all dead.  Tell me.  THEY'RE ALL DEAD!"

I nodded.  He fell asleep.  I shut the door.

And people wonder why I drink.


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Jun. 14th, 2017 03:13 pm (UTC)
Good lord.
Jun. 14th, 2017 04:16 pm (UTC)
Working there is brutal sometimes.

My Uncle Barry went to 'Nam. His son found him after he put a rifle in his mouth. So I tend to watch over my vets a little bit more.

Edited at 2017-06-14 04:31 pm (UTC)
Jun. 14th, 2017 05:41 pm (UTC)
I just explored a college classroom building and saw not one chalkboard.
Jun. 14th, 2017 06:46 pm (UTC)
That image ...

I'm so sorry.
Jun. 17th, 2017 01:33 pm (UTC)
He's a fighter. He was back up and leading a dance party in the dining room yesterday after lunch.

He never misses an opportunity to dance. <3
Jun. 14th, 2017 06:52 pm (UTC)
Oh man, the vet's story breaks my heart.
Jun. 14th, 2017 07:37 pm (UTC)
Just ... ::hugs::
Jun. 14th, 2017 08:10 pm (UTC)

Not sure I would be able to handle the emotional intensity of your job. Wow. *hugs*

On a brighter note,  I also have chalkboard lust so you aren't alone :)

Jun. 14th, 2017 08:51 pm (UTC)
love for finding awesome things dumped at the curb or trash!

and *hugs* for you and your vet.
Jun. 15th, 2017 12:51 am (UTC)
Is a chalkboard the same thing as a blackboard?
Jun. 17th, 2017 01:33 pm (UTC)
Jun. 15th, 2017 09:28 am (UTC)
I bet you make bank with items when the students move out.

Glad you could be there for that gentleman, PTSD is hard.
Jun. 17th, 2017 01:37 pm (UTC)
Our place is almost entirely furnished by stuff the students throw out. I like it. The place is quirky, but it is very us.

Good Time Charlie is one of my favorites (I know, I know. We're not supposed to have favorites. But I'm human, damnit!). He is such a positive, joyous, mischevious soul....but when the PTSD gets hold of him, it gets scary. At least, growing up as a Marine brat, I have experience with it.
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