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.


Thursday, June 9, 2011


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.


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,

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, 

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,