Tuesday, September 17, 2024

D-Day: apt title ... certified Cease/Desist letter delivered to Dad; the expected rage ensues... (see audio recording below)

After days of deliberation and preparing, and after receiving confirmation from HPD/MHD that all data associated with the 12/11/23 Mental Health Check was indeed officially approved to be delivered to me, today I decided to calmly inform my father of the certified Cease and Desist letter.

Here is a link to said letter which I've posted before: 

Cease and Desist Letter / sent via certified mail on 09/07/24


Dad's reaction is telling and expectedly violent...

His reaction was precisely as expected: an immediate (startingly so) devolution into rage and a 100% inability to have a reasonable discussion; again, please listen to the dialogue linked below at YT (unlisted video BTW). 

Everything is in the recording...

Just a quick listen to my desperate, calm attempt to invite DAD to dialogue, immediately, like a switch was thrown, Dad turns into an unrecognizable, rage-dominated, hazardous, and irrrational "thing." 

When he transforms, it's literally like watching my grandfather go through Alzheimer's episodes (which tragically my grandpa died from) where the person just instantaneously transforms from one amicable, approachable person to a completely different person, suddenly threatening violence, screaming, and a pervasive inability to have a normal conversation.

It's genuinely scary to see as it happens so instantaneously and is always punctuated by an escalation towards violence. And it's not an unfair estimate that these sorts of exchanges happen every single day. I'm helpless to even have a conversation with the man.

Throughout our exchange today, he was constantly, threateningly getting right up in my face as he screamed more and more psychotically.  Considering the episodes of physical abuse over the past few years, by him and on myself, I hold a real fear that at a certain point, this sort of totally uncontrolled emotional transformation could end in him doing greater violence to me (or others) at some point in the future and as his cognitive "episodes" (another blog) obviously continue to escalate.

So when, in the recording which was taking place in the kitchen, as I intended to get water before retiring to my office, he just started straight up telling me to leave and get out of his sight, screaming it even (see recording) all the while getting angrier when I calmly said to him that I'm in a public space in our home and I might want to get some water momentarily so, "No." I tell him I'm not going to "GO TO YOUR ROOM!" as he loves to say. (Like it's 1975 or something and I'm suddenly 12 years old again! Really unsettling to witness).


Some background on violence...

In fact, recognizing he had no choice but to realize my comment as true, still getting increasingly enraged, I (maybe not appropriately) asked, "Well, what are you going to do if I don't leave this public space at your command? Are you going to hit me?" As that's where his actions really indicated he wanted to take things and he's done so on many occasions over the past three years.

In fact, my entire childhood was punctuated by HIGHLY violent physical assaults upon my person as a child; violence to the point of requiring stitches and the uncomfortable lying I had to do to my teachers (intermediate school) to explain the highly evident and extreme wounds on my body.

But by no means am I lingering on those early events; I am not troubled by those times. This is important to note as what I refer to as the "issues people" or people who never really deal with anything just turn their entire identity into one that forever revolves around early childhood trauma, they cling to it, quite literally diefy such events and talk about it over and over and over for the rest of their lives ... and it's horrifying as it's such an obviously demonstrable, cyclical life long process where these folk have either been brain washed or brain washed themselves into thinking they need to haul around all their baggage/damage/trauma for the rest of their lives.  I HIGHLY oppose this particular community. IMO? If one is truly, bothered at the spiritual/emotional level by *anything* ... then the proper course is to get it out immediately, addresss it properly and, if done right, one never even thinks about said events again and it's a thing of the past.

I dealt with all of that "stuff" decades ago, late teens, with some incredibly dedicated, incredibly effective and uncompromising therapists who did their work well (I was 17 at the time) ... and after those utterly brutal, hours long sessions, sweating and crying in my chair?  After really getting it *all* out on the table and being made to understand certain things?  It was literally 100% behind me.

But THE POINT IS: 

I'm currently residing with that same man whose fundamental nature and actions to certain events that might "trigger" him ... is the same, exact personality he held back then when, for instance, he quite literally "caned" me me with a 10 foot fiberglass CB antenna when I was 12 cause he found out I had tried smoking weed. This was the time that the countless, extreme lacerations on the backs of my thighs became kind of hard to miss when in the 6th grade and having to wear those awful short af gym shorts LOL.  Needles to say, I had to get creative in making up lies to explain the wounds.

The guy who can so easily trigger to a point that he systematically "flays" a 12 year old child simply cause he's angered by my having experimented with weed is still in there and probably much worse, as he's never addressed that tendency toward rage/violence, never been called out on it and never once thought to consider why such an obviously broken personality was even formed?

FWIW: I was the only member of my siblings to ever experience that sort of extreme violence at the hands of the man; none of my three siblings EVER experienced anything remotely like that, and the fiberglas antenna caning is only one example among many during that time. Chalk it up to being "the black sheep of the family" I dunno ... but just psych 101 (most) will also tell you that, "once the black sheep? Always the black sheep."  And I've found this to be true..

So THIS is why I bring up those age-old, well dealt-with, nontroubling childhood events. I'm living with the same guy, with the same tendencies, the same basic nature and he's never developed emotionally past that basic and abusive tendency towards violence. Same guy. Probably worse now...

I recorded the exchange of course.  

One, simply for the record, but most importantly to demonstrate my endless months/years trying to calmly discuss fundamental, legal facts and truths around mental illness that he simply 100% shuts down and refuses to discuss.  

Any time I attempt to interject some calm, reasonable comment, it never even makes it out of my mouth. He just begins screaming over me, not allowing me to express even the most basic of real ideas, much less a sentence of more than a couple words.  

This is highly evident in the below recording, and it's a daily thing; this is not an isolated event. 

And this is just a mild one with no physical slapping and/or hitting me as has occurred in the past few years (he once threw me in the bathtub and scalded me with hot water, believe it or not, again, at 3am, just barging into my room, turning over my equipment, chairs, emptying the contents of my trash can all over my office floor and then taking a picture as though that mess he just willfully created had anything to do with my previously immaculate workspace (wtf?) ... and countless other things people just don't know about the volatile, increasingly dangerous behaviors of the man that are the *real* man ... the one only shown in private.

"I'M CALLING THE POLICE RIGHT NOW!!"

This is also a very essential moment as, at the high point of his psychotic break, as always, with me simply delivering a certified letter, he flies off into another level of rage, screaming, "WHERE'S MY PHONE! I'M GETTING THE POLICE OUT HERE RIGHT NOW AND WE'LL DEAL WITH THIS!!"  Which, again, is clinical insanity and a more frightening example of just how uninformed (hence, dangerous) he is.

The critical fact here is that had he stupidly requested police presence this afternoon simply because he was angry that I served him a formal, legal demand, it would have indeed been deemed a "false 911 report" as there was no crisis or emergency. Had he done so, he would have likely been charged with that misdemeanor crime but likely not arrested.

The point is that (IMO) he really needs to be informed about the law, litigation, civil rules of procedure, culture, and the basics of reason/logic or rational thought, not that I'm some sort of expert on those fundamental principles, but I certainly live according to them. 

But in him? It's just not there. I'm pretty sure it's never been there. How that can be is beyond me, as I lead with reason and rational thought, especially compassion and a general tack towards ecumenical solutions in any dialogue I have with any other human, especially if it's a matter of conflict resolution.

Oh, the irony...

But yeah, see the recording; that's how quickly it goes south and how quickly he just thinks he can call the police for any random reason whatsoever, which he can't and which carries consequences if deemed frivolous or unwarranted.

Ugly stuff. But I will persist...

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This post supplements the facts made public on my main website, http://www.jbhfile.com/; it probably will not make much sense to you if you have not already become aware of the legal and personal efforts discussed there. Please see http://www.jbhfile.com/ for a necessary introduction to why this blog exists. Or, if you just like reading weird stuff, then don't. And, enjoy.
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Thursday, September 12, 2024

UPDATE on HPD/MHD Request for incident data

Thankfully, after receiving the much-appreciated reply from HPD/MHD that my last request had been accepted, especially specifying that I would get both the body cam footage and a full transcript of the body cam minutes (dialogue), I've now been allowed to pay for the city's services, which I did yesterday. 

They also mentioned something about the call-in and what was initially claimed, but I'm not sure about that.

The body cam data and the written transcript of the body cam interaction minutes are really the only things I want since they include the all-important moment when the lead officer (bless him) clearly claims that my father told him I "had been diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia."

A Milestone of sorts

This is, at least for me, a two-decade milestone as it's the first time I've been able to capture a real, live and especially law enforcement-related and officially recorded moment clearly proving that my father has been propagating and truly believing this (still) unbelievable view he holds internally that I have *ever* been diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia, much less any other mental disorder of any kind, because, in point of fact? I have not, and this is easily proveable.

In fact, there is a certain point in the conversation with lead Officer Rodriguez where my father actually leans in and whispers, "Remember Dr. Rucelli?" which is super important, as I think it's central to my father's embedded and delusional notion of my suffering from *any* mental disorder.

Dr. Vincent Rucelli was a psychotherapist/talk therapist I'd worked with since my early teens.

During my times of extreme duress, back in 2000 or so, when I went through some extraordinary workplace politics and eventually very subtle but effective workplace harassment, I would visit Dr. Rucelli to discuss what I was seeing around me at that time.

I believe my father thinks Dr. Rucelli somehow (impossible btw) diagnosed me with paranoid schizophrenia, which is 100% outside of (the now deceased) Dr. Rucelli's professional abilities.  

Dr. Rucelli was a well-respected Ph.D. psychotherapist who worked out Clear Lake City, TX but the bottom line is this man was a *psychoTHERAPIST*!  His job was to just talk to his patients and explore active therapeutic exercises to deal with any given "issue" a client might be seeking assistance with.

Dr. Rucelli was (thankfully) not a psychiatrist; he could not issue official diagnosis' of major mental disorders such as paranoid schizophrenia, much less prescribe the obvious medications such a person would require in the way of treatment. He was a "talk therapist." 

But in no way could he ever legally present a diagnosis of paranoid schizophrenia, which is the domain of psychiatry, and going even further?  

Even though Dr. Rucelli recognized my genuine fear and authentic (and justified) paranoid behaviors at that time (~2000), if he was genuinely concerned? He would have immediately referred me to a qualified psychiatrist if he suspected I might actually or potentially suffer from that particular mental disorder. 

Latest from HPD/MHD

This is just more information from HPD/MHD confirming my payment and stating that the data will be provided according to their workload.

And once more, to Officer Rodriguez: You did great work that day, sir; I appreciated every minute of our dialogue. It's fascinating to see training so effortlessly and respectfully employed by a civil servant who retains immense power, allowing them endless opportunities for "less than civil" service.

There was nothing even remotely uncivil about my experience that day which is notable as there were/are endless means of handling things much less honestly/transparently than Officer Rodriguez did so well that day. 

So, hats off to HPD for that ... 

Despite popular opinion regarding myself and the obvious fact that there will always be a "few bad seeds" in those organizations, I'm nonetheless a huge supporter of law enforcement's presence in our communities.

So, AFAIK, now I only need to wait.


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This post supplements the facts made public on my main website, http://www.jbhfile.com/; it probably will not make much sense to you if you have not already become aware of the legal and personal efforts discussed there. Please see http://www.jbhfile.com/ for a necessary introduction to why this blog exists. Or, if you just like reading weird stuff, then don't. And, enjoy.
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Tuesday, September 10, 2024

Finally, HPD/MHD agrees and informs they will be providing me with bodycam/incident data ..

I was expecting it to be a bit more of a fight (time-wise) to get this data, but lo and behold, I got a message from HPD's records division today claiming my request had been accepted and that full body cam data and transcript/minutes data would be provided as soon as I paid the necessary fees.

Of course, I immediately replied, expressing gratitude at the timely response and that I would be paying the fees ASAP.

This is good news.  

Thanks to whoever allowed me this tiny bit of return, as it's valuable to me in a strictly internal, personal manner. 

I know the process could have been made much more complex, so I'm grateful to those who know who they are; I'm very thankful for this small but significant decision.

Here is the main point of the below-posted image:

"We are releasing call slip and the body worn camera will be released within 120 business days of accepting the charges. Please be advised there is no other responsive information for the remaining categories of the request."

And here is the actual HPD/MHD response:


Plans from here are to simply wait for the data, which, as made clear, could take up to 120 days.  This is a life-mission for me at this point so 120 days is like a couple minutes to me. 

Once I have the body cam footage, minutes, and call data, I will consider how best to approach publishing and considering the issue (public claims of my being diagnosed with a mental illness).

The Goal

The goal is to find out if there is anything I can or should do regarding the public claim made by my father on 12/11/23, the matter-of-fact claim to a mental health representative of the Houston Police Department that I had been "diagnosed with schizophrenia."

Can I demand a public redaction of the claim? Should I even worry about that? Would it be worth my time/effort to seek such actions? I can't answer any of those questions, so it will be a lengthy process.

I've been at this for 20 years, and I'm 56 years old now. I have no problem spending my remaining years just focusing on this one thing as a lifelong endeavor.  

Anyway, my effort is gaining some definite traction as of today, and again, thanks to HPD/MHD (and others) for allowing me the typical civil right to the data.  

I have been through many other civil processes in the distant past (long forgotten) wherein I was required to make endlessly repetitive FOIPA requests. I was obviously required to take "the long road"- IE: pointedly protracting things time-wise.  

In the case of this local request?  Things seem to be moving normally.  This is good...

More later...

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This post supplements the facts made public on my main website, http://www.jbhfile.com/; it probably will not make much sense to you if you have not already become aware of the legal and personal efforts discussed there. Please see http://www.jbhfile.com/ for a necessary introduction to why this blog exists. Or, if you just like reading weird stuff, then don't. And, enjoy.
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Monday, September 9, 2024

An Exceptional Note from this past Sunday re: having to enforce personal boundaries...



SUN 09/08/24:

There will be a fully uncut (other than respectfully blurring) video of this encounter published to YouTube within a week or so; I have to go back and add subtitles as my office camera doesn't have the best microphone but it's good enough.

But the video neatly shows how, especially on a Sunday afternoon when I'm attending to highly personal matters, DAD expects me to just stop and engage in what amounts to (IMO) totally meaningless dialogue about an event that I know I no longer had any part in (short of providing the media and evidence to DAD and the other property owner).

I will publish a new post when the video is finished and published...

DAD/JOEL NOTE: See audio/video publication I did for this as I will be publishing this entire encounter caught on my office camera to youtube once I have time to edit and add subtitles as the audio is not that great. It won’t be attractive as I’m embarrassingly lacking in clothing but it’s not inappropriate (other than showing I need to get back in the gym lol.

But later DAD comes back to my room a bit later and tried to engage me in further dialogue about the event, of course, just gross dialogue whether I thought the fellow/burglar was Mexican or black or some clearly racist type questioning (though he would frame it differently of course) and I, literally (see the online video) was doing my semi-regular body wash bath in my private space and I politely commented that none of what he was saying was of any concern of mine and that should be the end of the conversation.

This is a perfect example of how I have to lock myself away from him, especially on Sundays which are precious time for me, because even after calmly letting him know I was not interested in discussing the nuances of the burglars race or the event otherwise, he keeps pressing and pressing (and this is just a super mild example of this regular tendency of his; IMO, it's like he's just desperately seeking some sort of mental/emotional stimulation and my being the only "target" for that obvious need is a problem.

And (see video) another thing he often does in reaction to calm requests for no more conversation is going on to say, “Now see, you're all worked up!” And I’m sitting there completely dumbfounded, thinking "how in the world could this man not understand my calm, decent response that I had nothing more to say on the matter?"  I mean, I even say, again, calmly, that I had done my job, and that was that, and then politely leave me be as any “normal” person would.

But it’s the length of time he presses and the way he points back to me, half naked as it were, enjoying my “bath” saying, “Now your getting all worked up!” … when, if you watch the video, it’s quite evident I simply tell him I have no more to say on the matter and in no part of the dialogue am I “worked up”; I’m, just trying to get some body cleaning done lol.

I even, jokingly say, “see? I’m even videoing myself bathing even as we speak (or, more appropriately, I trying to escape) how in the world could I be “worked up” about something lmao”.

That is the real “danger” of leaving my office door open and so hence, I generally always slide lock or completely lock it as a means of forcing boundaries (something suggested to me by various council over the past months


Refined and upscaled/printed several more of the burglar photos for DAD and left on his desk, informing him of doing so.

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This post supplements the facts made public on my main website, http://www.jbhfile.com/; it probably will not make much sense to you if you have not already become aware of the legal and personal efforts discussed there. Please see http://www.jbhfile.com/ for a necessary introduction to why this blog exists. Or, if you just like reading weird stuff, then don't. And, enjoy.
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Work Log: 09/05/24 thru 09/08/24

 THURS 09/05/24:


  • Cat litter/bathroom clean/house vAC

  • Created new folder in DAD yahoo mail inbox labled “CLIENT STATEMENTS”; informed him that I would archive all ongoing new statements there so that he could easily access any given, recent pricing information he might need

  • Created large desktop ICON on DAD desk for the “CLIENT STATEMENTS” folder

  • Spoke wite GP ISD about payment status of two invoices which I confirmed having received check copies for



FRI 09/06/24:


  • Cat litter/bathroom clean/house vAC

  • All day on personal legal/creative/political work



SAT 09/07/24:


  • Cat litter/bathroom clean/house vAC

  • Certified and mailed official “cease and desist” letter addressed to DAD demanding a cease in his making frivolous, untrue claims about my mental health

  • Updated personal publishing platform with the info on the newly mailed certified cease and desist letter.

  • Repainted various areas of personal office space and other areas throughout home where paint damage had occurred

  • Killed the hornets outside our front door after being stung the third time in a week

  • Mowed the front yard, blew all sidewalks and driveway,, cleaned and stowed EGO mower

  • Rest of day spent on personal projects and political work

  • Moved junk cardboard boxes off the back porch floor where DAD had thrown them and into the garage on some of the spare shelving space in case he intended to use it for something; throwing it on the back porch floor was odd, though.

  • Ordered new personal wifi camera for install in personal space



SUN 09/08/24:


  • Cat litter/bathroom clean/house vAC

  • All day on personal work

  • Got briefly sucked into a burglary drama that occurred on the previous day at HTIRE/SHOP. Discovered video of intruder, published video of even to youtube, printed multiple still shots of the individual and emailed both DAD and John E (property owner). At that point, I considered myself out of the conversation.

  • DAD/JOEL NOTE: See audio/video publication I did for this as I will be publishing this entire encounter caught on my office camera to youtube once I have time to edit and add subtitles as the audio is not that great. It won’t be attractive as I’m embarrassingly lacking in clothing but it’s not inappropriate (other than showing I need to get back in the gym lol.

    But later DAD comes back to my room a bit later and tries to engage me in further dialogue about the event, of course, just gross dialogue whether I thought the fellow/burglar was mexican or black or some clearly racsist type questioning (though he would frame it differently of course) and I, literally (see the online video) was doing my semi regular body wash bath in my private space and I politely commented that none of what he was saying was of any concern of mine and that should be the end of the conversation;

    This is a perfect example of how I have to lock myself away from him, especially on Sundays which are precious time for me, because even after calmly letting him know I was not interested in discussing the nuances of the burglars race or the event otherwise, he keeps pressing and pressing.

    And (see video) another thing he often does in reaction to calm requests for no more conversation goes on to say, “Now see your all worked up!” and I’m sitting their dumbfounded thinking how in the world could this man not understand my calm, decent response that I had nothing more to say on the matter and that I had done my job and that was that and then politely leave me be as any “normal” person would. 

    But it’s the length of time he presses and the way he points back to me, half naked as it were, enjoying my “bath” saying, “Now your getting all worked up!” … when, if you watch the video, it’s quite evident I simply tell him I have no more to say on the matter and in no part of the dialogue am I “worked up”; I’m, just trying to get some body cleaning done lol.

    I even, jokingly say, “see?  I’m even videoing myself bathing, how in the world could I be “worked up” about something lmao”.

    That is the real “danger” of leaving my office door open and so hence, I generally always slide lock or completely lock it as a means of forcing boundaries (something suggested to me by various council over the past months 

  • Refined and upscaled/printed several more of the burglar photos for DAD and left on his desk, informing him of doing so.


MON 09/09/24:


  • Cat litter/bathroom clean/house vAC

  • Vac house/dining/kitchen areas

  • Printed small instructional graphic and taped to DAD office printer explaining how he can make either black and white or color copies as he’s been showing confusion about that for some time.

  • Inputted waiting quickbooks work/invoices/payments etc.

  • Sent payment receipt binders to clients

  • Ordered 90CT tall kitchen garbage bags

  • Spoke briefly with Sam Cannon about some Quickbooks work and company file hand off this week

  • Organized remaining company work for inputting tomorrow

  • Cut back yard, cleaned and stowed Ego mower


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This post supplements the facts made public on my main website, http://www.jbhfile.com/; it probably will not make much sense to you if you have not already become aware of the legal and personal efforts discussed there. Please see http://www.jbhfile.com/ for a necessary introduction to why this blog exists. Or, if you just like reading weird stuff, then don't. And, enjoy.
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Saturday, September 7, 2024

Certified Cease and Desist Letter sent to DAD as of 09/07/24

I've waited and researched/studied this for several months and just today decided it would be an okay time to take matters to this level.

This is simply a Cease and Desist letter sent via certified mail. It is not a legal document but a seriously lawful civil request that recipients are generally advised to consider carefully as consequences of ignoring the demands of the letter are made quite clear in the letter itself (namely, the requirement of a Cease and Desist ORDER which then moves the matter into a legal/court arena.

Anyway, I don't expect this letter to be well received by my DAD, but every conversation I've had with all legal counsel over the past four months has adamantly made clear that the letter absolutely should be sent if these ongoing claims against my person continue (which I'm sure they will until my DAD is addressed in legal terms and with the indication of genuinely legal consequences; otherwise, he hears nothing I personally say about the absurdity (and damage) of his claims over the years.

In fact, even after two decades of presenting simple, and proveable data showing the impossibility of his claim, he will, to this day, react childishly/laughingly, even going so far as to say things like, "See? Your just acting like a crazy person again!" ... when all I'm doing/done is present some utterly basic facts that he's certainly keen enough to comprehend.

But as mentioned, in some gross way, over the years, it's seemed as though he's enjoyed promoting this unlawful and highly damaging claim of my having been diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia, even now, up to stating it as fact to members of law enforcement. 

It's hard to process, but it's as though he inwardly enjoys maintaining that notion as a means of control; I'm reminded of how he has treated his employees over the years, generally theses have always been very poor, ex convicts, immigrants or otherwise "unemployable" persons with families.

His classic model (at least back when he could afford to do so) was to "discipline" any given employee that might have angered him in some way by simply telling them, "Well how about you just leave right now and come back in three weeks" ... which, essentially, is economic enslavement IMO, especially when considering employees that might have large families who can barely scrape by anyway.

For decades, when the business was thriving and we had many employees at hand, this was common, weekly practice and generally it was something trivial like the employee not doing something fast enough or making a simple mistake.

It wasn't until he whittled his entire employee base down to just 3 persons or so that he 100% stopped that type of behavior as he knew if he sent any of of those persons home for a "three week confinement" period, he'd not be able to do any work at all.

Psychologically very scary and also interesting when looking back over the years.

So even the most basic of genuine and legally authoritative processes are my only recourse in my effort to simply and gently educate the man.  He's not big on education, btw.  So, like I said, he won't take the letter well but it's certainly something he can't just write off as whackery and or me acting "crazy again!".

Here is a copy of the letter I sent today:


And here is a link to a much more legible PDF copy of the same docoment:

Cease and Desist Letter / sent via certified mail on 09/07/24

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This post supplements the facts made public on my main website, http://www.jbhfile.com/; it probably will not make much sense to you if you have not already become aware of the legal and personal efforts discussed there. Please see http://www.jbhfile.com/ for a necessary introduction to why this blog exists. Or, if you just like reading weird stuff, then don't. And, enjoy.
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Friday, September 6, 2024

Odd, telling observation in home life...

This sort of otherwise "not notable" thing occurs frequently in our shared household.

But in this case, after watching it for over a month, it becomes something worth noting here.

Dad will very occasionally receive packages labeled in his name or his company name. He will unpackage whatever the thing is and then leave the box and the packaging material out on the floor or the couch for over a month at a time.

I've trained myself not to intervene in anything I can identify as "his concern," so I've just watched for a little over a month as this empty, useless bit of cardboard (packaging) was left on the living room couch after he opened it some time back on 08/18/24.

It's just sat there like he unconsciously discarded it as though some other people were to come along and clean up the debris (IE, put it in the feck all trash can, man!).

This is where I've been instructed to "draw boundaries" ... 

IE: "I will not see to this for you, and the tiniest bit of dignity you might show would be to properly discard/dispose of this packaging material the same day that you unbox it as it is *your* business and your property."

But there it sits, still ... nearly a month later.  

He sometimes moves the box off the couch off onto the floor, but the implication is that somebody else should dispose of this trash. I mean, it's still there, lol!!

I do not hold to this.

So here is what I've been looking at on our living room couch for a month, again, strangely, he moves it from the couch to the floor ... but always, clearly leaving it out, visible, as though a reminder of something that *sombody* else should handle.

This is THIS MAN's trash, and he should deal with it lest he have some other use for it (which is unlikely as he doesn't really have any ideas to speak of that I'm aware of).

It was trash as soon as the product shipped and once removed from the box. But for some unfathomable reason, when any "normal" ... "rational" person would, of course, include disposal of the packaging material as a matter of course? (I do, anyway) ... DAD just leaves it sitting out in the open, like an eye sore, or worse, some quiet, angry reminder that somebody else should handle his problems for him (at the most superficial level? Just the disposal of trash).

It seems small-minded and trivial, but considering our circumstances and the obvious and *totally* intentional decision to leave the trash out on the couch?  My only conclusion is that he either (not likely) plans to use the box for something else ... or second, more likely, that he expects me to come along and clean up his mess.

It's vexing.


"The Box" sitting there for over a month... I mean, just blatant and offensive considering the care with which he takes to meticulously cover the couch with sheeting.... doesn't make sense.

"The Box" shipping label showing about when it arrived ... 

So I don't touch the thing. 

I know it's trash, but I can't take a chance that he had some other intention for the material. But why would it be left out on the couch in a public living room for over a month? It is beyond me. 

It's so simple. Just tear the thing up and throw it in the bin.

But I digress.  

Oddly, this afternoon, he took several minutes picking the box up off the couch, inspecting it in a weird way, and then setting it on the floor next to the couch.

What is one to think? Or *do*?  I'm just letting it sit there.

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This post supplements the facts made public on my main website, http://www.jbhfile.com/; it probably will not make much sense to you if you have not already become aware of the legal and personal efforts discussed there. Please see http://www.jbhfile.com/ for a necessary introduction to why this blog exists. Or, if you just like reading weird stuff, then don't. And, enjoy.
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Thursday, September 5, 2024

Work Log: 09/02/24 thru 09/04/24

 MON 09/02/24:

  • Cat litter/bathroom clean/house vAC

  • Informed DAD I would begin doing statements this following morning and should have all customers handled by Tuesday or Wedesday

  • Inputted all waiting quickbooks work

  • Generated latest open invoice statements for all clients, created digital pdf binders and sent all statements to the relative payables departments

  • Left note on DAD chair that statements had been completed and that he could refer to any of such that were generated/delivered as I copied him on all statement deliveries; also made tactful suggestion that he remember the statements in his inbox as a way to quickly go back and identify pricing information (hence, cutting down on a LOT of unnecessary looking up/photographing and sending DAD invoice data every  day.

  • Dated/photologged all notes left in DAD office space

  • Printed random AMZ chair-side desk idea and asked DAD if he thought it would be suitable for his space



TUE 09/03/24:


  • Cat litter/bathroom clean/house vAC

  • Received random call from Jason Puerto at OneOk about purchasing a tire or /tires/ for his personal vehicle; I referred him to the shop to speak with DAD

  • Phoned/texted DAD to ensure he had received my messages re: Jason and OneOK

  • To Kroger for food/groceries

  • Home by noon to follow up on personal projects and contacting folks associated with my other job


WED 09/04/24:


  • Cat litter/bathroom clean/house vAC

  • Lengthy phone call with Paula at Sasol regarding invoicing/billing process; everything clarified

  • Spoke with Orlando from ONEok and processed two outstanding Magellan/OneOk invoices that had never been paid; printed disposable copies of payment receipts sent to Orlando and left on DAD desk/photo/dated/logged


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This post supplements the facts made public on my main website, http://www.jbhfile.com/; it probably will not make much sense to you if you have not already become aware of the legal and personal efforts discussed there. Please see http://www.jbhfile.com/ for a necessary introduction to why this blog exists. Or, if you just like reading weird stuff, then don't. And, enjoy.
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jbh.

Tuesday, September 3, 2024

Work Log: 09/01//24 THRU 09/02/24

 SUN/MON 09/01/24 THRU 09/02/24:

SUN 09/01/24/24:

  • Cat litter/bathroom clean/house vac

  • PERSONAl projects, namely beginning the process of making simple video archives of many g0v songs simply to have as place holders digitally; finisinished “tHE rIVER TRIED” and published


MON 09/02/24:


  • Cat litter/bathroom clean/house vAC

  • Informed DAD I would begin doing statements this following morning and should have all customers handled by Tuesday or Wedesday

  • Inputted all waiting quickbooks work

  • Generated latest open invoice statements for all clients, created digital pdf binders and sent all statements to the relative payables departments

  • Left note on DAD chair that statements had been completed and that he could refer to any of such that were generated/delivered as I copied him on all statement deliveries; also made tactful suggestion that he remember the statements in his inbox as a way to quickly go back and identify pricing information (hence, cutting down on a LOT of unnecessary looking up/photographing and sending DAD invoice data every  day.

  • Dated/photologged all notes left in DAD office space

  • Printed random AMZ chair-side desk idea and asked DAD if he thought it would be suitable for his space

  • Cat litter/bathroom clean/house vAC

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This post supplements the facts made public on my main website, http://www.jbhfile.com/; it probably will not make much sense to you if you have not already become aware of the legal and personal efforts discussed there. Please see http://www.jbhfile.com/ for a necessary introduction to why this blog exists. Or, if you just like reading weird stuff, then don't. And, enjoy.
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jbh.

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