The Harvest Moon

Another day has come and gone. Actually many days, they pass faster and faster. The last post was about my son and I being robbed, and the robber. My information has changed again. The guy that robbed us, I can't remember his name, but my son knows. His girlfriend works at McDonalds and the two of them planed the whole thing together. What's crazy, this girl still works there and her boss knows nothing about any of this. Months have past, do I blow the whistle or let it be ? Let it be, good song. Words of wisdom. If I blow the whistle I could be pulling a trigger on my son. So for now, it's history. Cleansing my soul from negativity and directing my son in a new way. He'll be nineteen soon, I've got to let him grow up. Tonight I'm attending a play that was written by my good friend, Annie Morrison, famous broadway actress. The play is being rehearsed here in Sarasota and will be preformed in New York in a few weeks. Im looking forward to a relaxing evening in the audience instead of running some part of the show. Life is nice.

June 3,2012 Trying to shake the negative energy that seems to be around me. Someone ask me the other day, " Rilla , what have you done to have all these things going against you lately ?" I'm usually a very positive person, I'm happy with life. On May 25, I went to pick my son up from McDonalds where he has been working for about three weeks. He gets off at 11:00 pm., I have had a routine of getting there a minute or two early, park on the north side facing away from the building. On this night I park, leaving the car running listening to the radio. About three minutes go by and I see my son coming out the side door. I let him drive so I precede to get out and walk around the rear of the car, my son is aproximately in the same area approaching the drivers seat. All of a sudden this man, black, young, with a bandana mask around his face, dark hat, jacket, jeans and tennis shoes comes rushing toward my son. Shiny pistol in his hand he shoves my son against the trunk of the car, with the gun to his head saying give me what you got ! I , thinking this is a joke, say exactly that. " if this is a joke it's not funny, what are you doing ?", I start to walk up to him thinking he knows my son and is goofing off. He points the gun at me shoving my sons face to the trunk. My son says excitedly, "Mom, get back, it's not a joke !" I step back and the man puts the gun back up to my sons head, he's frustrated not finding any money on my son and my son starts to struggle . The man takes the gun hitting my son with the side of it , it goes off. The bullet shoots right in front of where I was standing. The man then takes off running to the rear of the building and disappears . At that time my son and I head for the door of McDonalds. I think , my purse is still in the car, the drivers door still open and the car still running. I go back to the passenger side and reach in and get my purse, my son yelling for me to forget it and get inside. I grabbed my bag and ran to the door. The manager tells the girl at the door to lock it and not let me in. My son says if I'm not allowed in he quits. All the employees inside by this time knew what had happened. As soon as they heard the gun go off they were at the windows watching. The manager was then on the phone with 911, I'm excited so I make the call too. Telling the dispatcher everything that just happened, where we were, wnd that the man was running away and they needed to get there fast. She asked me two times again what happened, I told her two more times. Then she asks when did this happen. I'm so frustrated by now with her I say," yesterday, and I'm just now calling you ", and I hung up. Second later a sherrifs car arives. I decided it was safe now to go to my car and turn it off and shut the door. My son and I were there till after one a.m. Talking with a detective. A helicopter and several sherrifs were in the neighborhood looking for the man. They said they brought out the k9's and were on the mans trail. The strange thing about all this, I had cash in my purse and bank cards. He never attempted to rob me. He could have taken the car I left running with the door open, and made off with all the money in my bank account and enough cash to please his hood desires. From the beginning I felt this guy knew my son, and my son knew him. My son insisted he didn't recognize the guy, and I believe him They never caught him and I'm sure now they won't . Unless the guy does it again to someone and gets caught. Update: My son was giving a friend a ride, they have known each other for years. He told my son he heard some other guys talking about the robbery attempt. Said he knew who it was and decided he should tell my son who it was. Let me just call him J.T.. My son has known this guy all his life, they went to school and have grown up in the same neighborhood but have never been friends. The boy told my son a group of guys were hanging out at a house a lot of guys hang out and sing rap music. Someone said they hadn't seen my son around for a while and another said he had started working , making money. So J.T. heard he was working at McDonalds, his sister works there to so J.T. asked his sister what time my son got off work on Friday night. She told him, so I wonder if she knew the robbery was going to happen. When my son told me this information I asked him if he had ever done anything to this T.J. to cause him to want to rob him. He said no, and every time he had ever run into him they were friendly , hand shake respect for one another. Now I have to convince my son to call the detective and give him the information. The problem with this is in this area they live the gangster code. If T.J. Finds out my son has turned him, he may do him harm. If my son and his friends decide to keep this information and go after T.J., it could cause all of them harm. If nothing at all is done, T.J. thinking he got away with it might try it again on my son or someone else.

Beautiful Days From The Beginning

So much time has passed again since my last post. I'd wanted to try to keep up with writing, but life happens. This May, my doctor is taking me off the drugs I've been on to prevent cancer from coming back. Tamoxifen. Nasty stuff but I guess it has done it's job. So many beautiful people have come into my life, some just for a day, others are here to stay. My life is richer than ever, does that just happen in time ? Or is it something we have to work for ? My children are all grown and for the most part, their lives are folding into a beautiful place. I've met wonder people I never thought or dreamed I would meet. A wonderful friend, I've had the pleasure of knowing now for a few years has helped in so many ways to bring so much love of life, into my life. Graeme Edge, famous international rock star ! I want to say he plays drums for the Moody Blues, but that just doesn't do it. He is the Moody Blues ! I've had the honor of being one of his friends and have shared some exciting things in life together. Just recently the Moody Blues played in concert here in Sarasota. Graeme gave me a ticket and a back stage pass and I got to meet the entire band. Growing up listening to them all my life made this a most memorable experience. Having the opportunity to see the love the band members have for one another and the joy they share fed my soul with such happiness. I will always cherish the short time we have here. Life is good !

Rilla Gallery & Studio

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लिविंग इन थे past

Sitting here watching the wind blow the trees. It looks nice out side, it really is deceiving. The temp out there right now is 90. I still have burns on my chest from the radiation and my body over heats very fast. The chemo schedule has changed, I go every three weeks for 90 minutes of herceptin. I continue this through November. I won't even guess what will come after that. Comfort is my goal now. So I sit at the computer reading facebook and looking up the latest news concerning the oil spill in the gulf. I haven't worked in months now so it's time I get it together and do something. Comcast had to come to the house and fix the connection, one of the men liked my art work on the walls. He left his number and said he would like me to paint a mural in his sons bedroom. Time to stop daydreaming and get busy. I've got to stop living in the past and move forward.

लोस्ट love

I still think it's funny that the title here does its own language.
Fifty Two and living in the past. I have the song book on the piano. How ironic. All I can think about lately is love. Having cancer and surgery, now starting radiation. And I must be going through menopause, happy sad confused grounded, all at the same time. That's why there are no commas. One thing that cancer has really opened my eyes to, the sadness in the world. Oh, how beautiful this song is. See how I can go from negative to positive so easy. I'm so happy and content with my life, yet I miss something. My childhood, and the laughter, I'm getting melancholy, that spelling can't be correct. I fixed it.
Lost love or not ? Did I loose the love I think about or is it still there, just changed, am I sad it is gone from my life ? I need to find a place for it in my life and be happy about it. For some strange reason I feel I must confront it, but how can I without confrontation. I desire the love, and am uncontented.
I can be greatful and overwhelmed with love for all the blessings in my life,

लिफेस lemons

Life sometimes throws things at you unexpectly, and you just have to deal with it. I was diagnosed having breast cancer last week. It sometimes still doesn't seem real, days are passing fast, this Monday I'm scheduled for surgery. Two months ago I found a small lump in my left breast. Not having insurance, and not being able to afford to see a specailist, I live in Sarasota and tried to get medical assistance in Sarasota County. For some reason I was financially unqualified for help. Worried a bit wanting to see a Doctor and not knowing what I should do, a friend recommended I try Manatee County, and told me the Clinic to call. I made an appointment and was in to see a Doctor with in a few days. After that things have been falling into place.