In the sense of an age to get stuck at. I have a year to decide whether to put a hold on further advance of the tens digit.
I spent my birthday so far:
-- Trying to get to sleep while the Dour Twen cleaned his bathroom, did laundry, and vacuumed the garage dust from the office chair I gave him to replace the one that fell apart under his constant use.
We sort of wanted to not discourage the cleaning especially. He last cleaned it maybe a year ago. I had to piddle in there a few days ago--couldn't wait on our bathroom. I've seen glimpses from the hall, so knew about the black mold on the floor and wall, etc. But my pee was actually washing yellowish scum down the inside of the toilet bowl, apparently because the thing clogged at some point and he just doesn't plunge when it gets backed up. Foul stuff started to rise when I flushed, but a quick plunge made it go down.
I never said anything to him, and Candi says she didn't say anything after I described it to her, but then about 11 last night he started to clean it.
I took a quick peek after getting back this afternoon, and it would probably pass .... uh, no, it wouldn't. Any gas station restaurant inspector would shut the place down. But vastly better.
It was about 11:50 the drier alarm went off, and I turned it off, having told him not to put the washer load in the drier, as the alarm would wake up. Very obnoxious and right outside our open (to allow animal ingress and egree) door. He didn't start the drier. Instead he started vacuuming the office chair. For about 3 minutes. Then 2 minute break. Then another 3 or 4 minutes of vacuuming. Then a couple of minutes, and a final couple of minutes of vroooooooommmmming just feet down the hall.
More noise from the bathroom cleaning then ensued. I got a little sleep, but Candi, who slept through all of that, was the one complaining this morning about being tired.
-- This morning I went to the courthouse, then went back later. This was to look up Candi's divorce case file to see why she hasn't been paid what it seemed her ex owed her.
She got a check for a few hundred, but he had been on a minimum amount for about three years and that would have added up to about double what she got. I figured out he actually had been the amount of the difference ahead when custody shifted from her to him a few years ago. She says she thought she repaid that overpayment then, but there is no sign of it in the court records. More to be done on that.
-- While at the courthouse, I looked up the ex's recent criminal charges. He had been arrested earlier this month on what the news described as a charge of planting a camera in a bathroom to film a young lady in a state of undress. He had told their daughter that was the charge, and it had been the bathroom at the house he shared with his second wife and her two teen daughters and their very young son (begat before he went to federal prison). This had been news because he was recently out on parole on federal child porn charges.
What he hadn't told his kids (Candi's kids) was there was more to the charge. I looked up the particulars today. He is accused of planting the camera on the older girl, age 17. But also of sexual penetration with the younger stepdaughter and other sexual contact with her. Apparently once the camera was found and he went on the run, before turning himself in, the younger stepdaughter told police about the rape (or rapes, as the charge has a timespan from early May to early August).
Connecting these two cases, the child support and the criminal charges, is that to get out of prison on parole in January, he apparently had to pay off his back child support, and the most likely source of that would have been his second wife, who had called the police when the camera was found.
I can't say I suffer by comparison to Candi's ex.
She is taking me out for my birthday dinner tonight. But my best present was going to karaoke Saturday night and having my friend Jim meet us there. We sang "Rainy Day Women" together.
So, in honor of my birthday, everybody must get stoned!
Let's see .... What am I supposed to be doing?
Oh, yeah. Applying for jobs. Yeah, well, not much going there.
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