Well it’s July 4th and since he, like me, considers July 4th the gift giving holiday to end all gift giving holidays,  Captain Hugh phoned me.

Whenever he calls I never let him ask for money because I don’t want to make him uncomfortable. I always say “Do you mind if I send you something, Captain?”

He obviously appreciates that because today he commended me for being  “a white person that cares about him sometimes more than his own people”.

I guess he’s right. I am white and I do care for him but as I only talk to him 7 or 8 times a year and he lives with his niece 24/7 maybe he ought to keep the complaining to a minimum.

Since I’ve been back from Santa Fe I can’t seem to get myself moving. I came back on Sunday and only unpacked yesterday.

Plus I have a bone to pick with Raymond. Considering the fact that I saved him from the hot seat you’d think he’d like me a little more.

The woman down the hall had a cocktail party. I hate chatting with people I don’t know so I went a little late at around 6 but Ray went at 4-4:30 and didn’t leave until I carried him out at around 8.

This is the woman who when I was minding her cat I broke an ashtray and she didn’t speak to me for 5 years.
I might have stayed until 9 but I dropped a drink on her floor so I figured that was my cue to skedaddle.

The next day he went over to Liz and David’s house and even when they put him out and closed the door behind him he sat in front of their apartment until I carried him home.

I think it’s only a matter of time before the little fucker finds an Akita and moves to Japan.