A Surprise Visit

We went to the store this evening and arrived home to find these two little girls waiting with their father, Cletus Sneed, in front of the house. They are two of the three missing Sneed granddaughters. Cletus badgered their mother into bringing them over.

The entire visit, which lasted about ten minutes, was just a freak show. The mother wouldn't come in or bring in the littlest child. She waited with the baby in the car. I believe that I have only seen the baby once. She is about one and a half, and Cletus denies paternity. He has no interest in her. Jackass.

I guess Cletus figured that since he had the kids it was okay to come by. It was really a sad visit because we see them so little, that they are like strangers to us, and us to them. It felt like when my mom would drag us to see some old aunt that we didn't know.

The girls are 9 and 7. They don't know the name of the school they will attend beginning next week. They change schools about once a year, so it is constant turmoil in their lives. These poor little children have no chance in life. Their mother drags them from place to place living where they can.

Once, a few years ago, they were a struggling family, but still a family. Cletus worked steadily, often at two jobs. Then he began to use drugs heavily and things came apart. Unfortunately, he takes no responsibility for his behavior and his children suffer. It is just tragic.

The rest of this post was written earlier today.

We were lucky enough today to have weather that was both hot and humid. What a break, many places get hot and many get humid, but we got both.

I was up at the crack of dawn to take Son Sneed to get his treatment. We arrived at the hospital at six fifteen am and were home by nine. That make the whole ordeal a bit more tolerable to both of us.

There was an odd couple at the hospital with a "Companion Dog In Training", at least that's what his green dog vest said. This was one of the oldest dogs I think I've ever seen, an ancient Golden Retriever. He was a sweet dog, but I have to think that once he is trained, they should give him to a ninety-year-old, because the end seems near for the old guy.

This meth epidemic has really taken its toll on crime, or at least on the quality of the criminals. There was a time when criminals put a little brain power into their schemes. Not so much anymore.

Last night in our fair city, a very large piece of machinery was stolen from a work site at our interstate highway widening project. The criminals, three meth heads, hauled it to their spacious single wide trailer and threw some tarps over it. Early this morning while they slept off their highs, the cops tracked it to their house using the Lojack device on the machine. They are in custody, along with a skanky meth mama who was arrested on unrelated charges.

I had to make an emergency Sneedlet pick up this afternoon. Daughter Sneed is redecorating his holiness' bedroom and he proved to be no help. In fact, some might call him a hindrance. We spent the afternoon playing a spirited game of Lookit, Grandpa!

At the moment we await the arrival of the lovely Mrs. Sneed. Sneedlet is laying on our bed watching a Richard Scary DVD and I am getting a much deserved respite.







Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky