Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Even Better Life

Dear Reader,

I've been straight for almost three years, Damn does that help. I got enough money ahead to buy a little house over behind the watertower. It's only a a two bedroom, built in the late forties I think. The neighborhood is a little run down but my neighbors are great. I really need a new roof and paint, but what the hell. I love it, it's the inly thing I ever really owned. When I die I wanta to be buried under the crab apple tree in the back yard. I don't want to die in winter I want to die when that tree has flowers on it so the pedals can fall on my grave.

I'm still building Complaint bike frames/ Most of them are cyclocross bikes now. A got a couple of awards and now I cannot keep up. That's ggood unless it gets too bad. I'm trying to keep up but it's hard.

I'm getting over Craig dying and I'm starting to think about men again. A lot. Mybe it's time to scrub the grease from my nails and wear a bra agin. ;-)

And I gotta a dog. He's an old pug that showed up about a month ago. I call him Budster. I don't know where that came from but it just seems to fit him. He don't take shit from nobody. Sort a like me. I like him a lot.

I got to get to the paint booth now. See you soon.

Your friend,
Fair Rosamund Ostrud

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Better Life!

Dear Constant Reader,

Damn. It's been a long time since I wrote stuff. I can now cause got a new laptop for my business. Geez a lot has happened. You wont believe it.

First Craig's bike frame business really took off. I started helping cause he couldnt  keep up. Ffirst just doing paperwork, then painting. I got real good at it but he needed help filing lugs and fillets. I beat the shit out of mt hands I got callouses and dirt grond into under mt broken finder nails but I don't gve a damn. Funny I uesd to be so proud of my hands and long nails. Now I don't give a shit.

Then Craig died. He died in the shop. They say it was a heartattack. Musta been fast cause he still had a file in his cold hand when I found him. I ain't using that file, but I still have it. It was rreal hard. I hadvto almost pry it out of his dead fingers when the amublance was picking him up. Then I finished the frame crying all the time. After the guy picked it up and I got the check I was okay and I ain't cried much since.

Now I'm making the bikes myself. I am so excited. At first I kepy calling them Ostrud, but now I have my own, calling them Complaint, The first three were Complaint of Rosamund  but it was too long for the downtubes so I just cut off the Rosamund. Just road bikes, none of them goddamn ugly mountain bikes, though I think if I made them with a horizontal top tube and put Dirt Drops on em they wouldn't make my eyes hurt so much. Maybe someday.

I gotta go I got three bikes in my cue and I gotta work. I got sooooo much to tell you. Wait till you hear about my shop!!!!!!!!!!

Your friend,
Fair Rosamund

Friday, September 2, 2011

Landscaping

Dear Constant Reader,

Last night the guy who moved into my old trailer mobile home was gone so I went over and took all that really nice white plastic fence I put around it. It's the second time I stold the same fence.  It ain't enough to dgo all around, but Walmart has the same kind. Maybe it'll go on sale cause it's almost fall.

George are you a single man? I'm living with Craig now and I love him but I aint a fanatic about it. In fact I still got a couple of other nice men friends he don't know about. My consular at the hospital said I shouldn't be friends with every man I meet. What's she know, I can always use more friends. Let me know.

Your friend,
Roz

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Outta the Bin

Dear Constant Reader,

Like I told that George guy, I'm outta the hospital and living with Craig again. While I was in the hospital I dint pay my rent and that asshole Frank who manages Fairview broke in to the trailer and sold all my stuff to pay back rent. I'm gonna get a lawyer and sue his ass, but in the mean time Craig has rented the old Ferguson mobile home down on the far end and I'm living with him again. I truly love him. I forgot how much I really love him.  He's rented the garage next door cause the old lady don't have a car and he's building bicycle frames again. When we was first married he worked for a guy who built bikes for the Olympic riders and everything. Craig says nobody buys steel bikes anymore but old guys, but it's all he knows how to make. He don't have no backlog, but he's been working pretty steady since I moved in with him. He ain't making no money but he hopes he will after he gets more tools and stuff. He says to say Reynolds sucks.

And I ain't using nothing cept beer and menthols cause it will screw up my meds. God bless my meds.

Your Friend,
Roz

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Update

They are still trying to get my meds adjusted.  Bobby the orderly is kind of cute.  He's been kind of flirting, but he can't date or nothing. Okay, I suppose it was me flirting, but he ain't resisted it none.

Also Craig my ex has been visiting a lot. He started coming with Barbara Ellen, but he kept coming after we had another fight and she quit coming. God, I miss that man. He's opened a little bicycle shop in his garage on account of he can't drive anymore anyway.  He's real excited about it.

They say I can't be everyone's friend, but you guys are different. You're real friends. Thanks.

Your friend,
Roz

Monday, July 4, 2011

Hi! Again!

Dear good friend,
I'm writing this from the computer in the dayroom. It's okay here I guess. My doctor is cute and nice and the orderlies are real nice except for Bobby. He's an asshole. They say I'll be able to go back to the Fairview park soon. See you then. ;-)

Your friend,
Roz

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Ma is fully consious now, but she ain't doing good. She wants to die. Please pray for her,

Thank you all.

Barb

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Ma

I don't know who you guys are but I'm Roz's daughter, Barb. Ma is in the hospital. She took an overdose of drugs and booze. I don't know what. I came over on Wednesday and found her laying on her bed dead I thought and I called 911 and a ambulance came and took us to the hospital. She's stable now, but I ain't been able to talk to her. When she's a little better they're going to take her to another hospital where she can stay for a while.

Barb

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Still Alone

Dear Constant Reader,

Things is tough being the only one left.

Tonight in this town
where I was Born, my only
friends are the crickets.

Bye to the crickets,
Rosamund

Friday, June 3, 2011

Dear Constant Reader,

Things ain't been going good. I been fighting with my daughter Barbara Ellen a lot and last week she went to live full time with her dad Craig. I kinda had two boyfriends and Everybody found out and there was a hell of a fight. Then my best friend Becky was charged with receiving stolen goods with them comupters and they found her guilty. It was her third offense ans they locked her up. My dog Buster must a ate somethings bad and last night he died. Maybe just got sick with dog cancer or something. I don't know. I buried him right beside the trailer where he like to laid in the shade. And last week my pickup blew up and there was oil all over. It would cost more than it was worth and I ain't got no money anyway.  And the little window air conditinoer that Lud fixed up quit. God it's hot in this god damn tin can t railer. I can't even walk over to the Viking Tap and cool down cause Ralph was one of the boyfriends and he don't nver want see me again. All I can do is sit in my underwear and cry and drink beer and watch court teleision. I'm out of cigarettes and ain't got no money ans I ain't got no friends. I'm all alone. This ain'tt what I thought it would be like.

Your friend,
Fair Rosamund Ostrud

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Down Tonight

Dear Constant Reader,

Thanks for being there. I'm all alone, so alone and sad. This trailer park is a sad place to be alone. Too quiet sometimes.  I writ this on a napkin tongiht.

Light flickering
without sound ... how far away
the night heron cries!

Wish I had some beer.

Your friend, 
Roz

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Buster Fence

Dear Reader,

I stole the white plastic fence from that empty trailer down at the end of the second row. There's enough to go around the front and the right side past the door. It's real pretty. I hope it is enough to keep Buster off a the flowers if I can get some more.

I think my life is going to get better soon. I wish I had some flowers. And a case a Miller Lite and Salems.

Bye bye for now,
Roz