A reminder to innocent readers: Someone DID go into my apartment while I was in a meeting at the civic offices in August. (I had briefly wondered why that meeting had to take place THERE.) I did not dance to their tune – but they had incorrectly pegged me as a pushover, apparently, and had not expected that – and it got people to become so frustrated that they then revealed a little too much of their real sentiments. (Such as wishing me misery and suffering.) See also the essay that I published. It’s available from Amazon.
You can download it here: https://angelinasouren.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/10/household-debt-assistance-the-dutch-way-paperback-print_proof-23september2024.pdf
(For Stichting Humanitas: This is a later version than what I sent to you.)
They also said that I had not replied to this and that and I said that when I did that, I would either not get a reply, people would simply keep referring to each other and even sometimes say that they were not allowed to reply to me. And then I was told that this was because what I had written online about them (i.e. the Google review) and that I should be pleased that they were now still willing to talk with me.
Among other things, I told them that the way that they tend to treat the over55s is simply not on.
One of my cousins runs a large real estate outfit – worth over a billion – and just out of curiosity, I later checked how they deal with negative Google reviews. Very differently, I can assure you!
(I used to get along very well with that cousin, but I haven’t spoken with him in 30 years. We are not a close-knit family. I think that’s mostly because several of our parents died young, in our family, and it means that you socialize less. There’s a lot of cancer in my family, but it’s all different cancers, so there is not a massive hereditary factor. Or maybe we are not a close-knit family, period. Or maybe it plays and even bigger role that I am like my mother’s cousin Céleste, from the branch of the family that spells its name differently.)
I’ll be gone soon enough. (Of course!) No need to freak out. Stop playing stupid games that cause delays for me.
Update: me bad. I did tuck them away out of sight! Good!
(I figured I’d forgotten to put them away. Because I thought I was much too distracted. Stressed. But I’ve always been pretty disciplined and organized in many ways. True.)
The atmosphere here, at times, and particularly my experiences in recent years have been so unpleasant, I expect anything these days. (Obviously.)
(But, believe it or not, I miss Portsmouth. Not its over-the-top hostility / insularity and the immense, surreal hatred, but I miss many other things about it.) (Live and learn.) (Besides, I have never lived in any other place that long before, except in my childhood. The Amsterdam & Amstelveen combination does not count as it’s much bigger and I’ve lived at different addresses there.)
This is a good reset for me. I love having egg all over my face for the right reasons. Phew! It feels good to have been wrong and I have two reasons for that. Ah, my world is whole again right now. I needed that. I can’t tell you how wonderful this feels. YESS! Oh, this makes me so happy!
Yes, I am posting this, leaving this up. I moan and whine a lot at times and it’s good to show that sometimes, I am plain wrong. Sometimes, or maybe even often, I love being plain wrong, too.
Also, yes, I can add up 2 and 2 too (and I know it’s not always 4). But it’s not always easy to be sure.
Okay, Ms JD Keiretsu, I assume that this card was from you and that besides at Pall Europe, you also know someone at Keiretsu in Europe… and if not, then it will have to remain a mystery.
I went out this morning for some food and a pair of scissors. (My pots and pans are packed.)
I had some logins sitting on a bar stool and I thought “I should not leave those out there”.
They’re gone! Wtf?
I find it so hard to believe that I’m inclined to think that I must be mistaken.
I’m nearsighted so it can be easy for me to overlook something when I’m not wearing my glasses.
I happened to have my phone with me when I left this morning.
The email address for which I just found the password changed was not among those logins, however, and the logins are useless to anyone else.
